"He'll go. He'm not the sort to change his plans for a scat o' rain. You'll be rids of him by noon."
"Oh Kek, when shall I be rids of him altogether?"
"'Twill be wiser to get rids of your dislike of the gentleman, Miss Grace. Master means to see you married by next Whitsuntide."
"Somebody will have to run away with me."
"There's many would be very willing, I doubt not. But them as runs away with a maid, will often run away from her come presently. In this here vale o' tears, the hard deed be the wisest, nine times out o' ten. You'm so butivul as a painted picture; but your sort is often miserable6 in their lives, just because 'love' be the first thought and only thought in every heart as sees 'em. So you pretty ones get to think that love be the sole thing as matters."
"I'm sure I don't, then; at least—I—oh, why do fathers plot and plan for us so? Is it right? Is it fair?"
"A grown-up faither must be wiser than a young giglet not out of her teens."
"Where's the wisdom of——?" began Grace; but her mother appeared at this moment, and Mr. Norcot followed with the master of Fox Tor Farm.
After breakfast the weather mended, and Malherb insisted that Peter should ride round the estate with him—a performance of which they had been disappointed on the previous day. Norcot obeyed and admired all things, but he ventured to doubt whether a plan for bringing water from a spring by way of an open conduit would serve the purpose in winter.
"It is like to freeze or choke with snow," he said.
"Nonsense!" answered Malherb. "Everybody here is always whining7 about what will happen come winter. Did not I see last winter here myself?"
"A very unusually mild one."
"Well, I don't fear it. But my men shiver at the name of it. It haunts their summer. They begin to see the phantom8 of it before September. Woodman and Beer are always crying about it. Is it not so, man?"
He addressed Mr. Beer, who was ploughing up potatoes with a yoke9 of oxen. The stalks had been drawn10 and collected in huge heaps, and now, with his coulter held close on the left of each row, Richard flung up fine tubers at every step, while Tom Putt, Mark Bickford, and several women, specially11 engaged for this important business, followed and filled the carts.
The crop was heavy, and Mr. Malherb regarded it triumphantly13.
"These will astonish some of our neighbours, I fancy," he remarked.
"You must have brought this land with you!" commented Peter; and the farmer was constrained14 to admit that the soil had called for costly15 preparation.
The weather broke anon, and before midday the mist lifted sluggishly16 to the crowns of the hills, sulked there awhile, then prepared to roll down again.
At his parting meal Norcot had some speech with Grace and, afterwards, succeeded in winning a little conversation with her alone. She showed indifference17 and impatience18. Then he interested her by describing his visit to Prince Town.
"The hero of the chisel19 honoured me with his attention. I am to do him a service if I can. He is a gentleman from the State of Vermont. He congratulated me on my fortune and I expressed a hope that he might be at your wedding. If I win his parole for him, it is quite possible that he may be."
"I am resolved with all my soul and all my strength never, never to marry you, Peter; and you know it; and you are ungenerous and cruel to press it."
Mr. Norcot nodded thoughtfully.
"Nothing in the world like a hearty20 resolution," he answered. "'I have seen a woman resolve to be in the wrong all the days of her life; and by the help of her resolution, she has kept her word to a tittle.' But not so Grace Malherb. She is too sensible for that. I can leave my future happiness with absolute confidence in her little hands."
"My happiness is of no account!"
"Your happiness is my own. But let us return to Cecil Stark21. A handsome and a gallant22 lad. He and his companions should enjoy parole without a doubt; and it may be that I shall assist them in that direction."
"You're a fool for your pains," declared Maurice Malherb, who entered at this moment. "Are there not enough of his kidney quartered all round about at Moreton, Tavistock, Ashburton and elsewhere? Certain of the Americans have broken their parole as it is. Conceive, if you can, the mind capable of such a crime. A dog has more sense of honour than these people."
"There are both heroes and rascals23 among them as amongst us all. You know my weakness for physical perfection. He was such a magnificent lad—Stark, I mean. And sailors always get upon the blind side of me. I find them so sterling24 and so simple. Of course, 'they that go down to the sea in ships, that do their business in great waters,' surprise one, since you might suppose that no man of intelligence would willingly select such a deplorable profession; yet I like 'em for their modesty25 and humble26 behaviour. I shall release Commodore Miller27 and the rest, I believe, if Lord Hamilton prove still my friend. He is persona grata with the Regent."
"And so is Sir Thomas Tyrwhitt at Tor Royal. I am almost minded to pit my influence against yours," said Malherb, half in jest, half in earnest. "I am myself privileged to know the Duke of Clarence, and at his table I was once honoured by meeting the Prince and received some flattering attention from him when he learned that I was a friend of Tyrwhitt."
"Oh, dad, don't!" pleaded Grace. "Let Peter free them if he can."
"And what interest have you in the matter, my dear?"
"Why, didn't the young man nearly knock my brains out? I have every right to be interested," declared his daughter.
Anon, Mr. Norcot set off for Chagford, and Grace, yielding to her father's wish, rode with him for some miles. Behind them followed John Lee and Thomas Putt. The former had come to escort Grace home again; the latter carried Mr. Norcot's luggage. As for Lee, Peter's well-knit figure and prosperous mien28 quite filled the forefront of his thoughts. His own helplessness especially crushed him when Norcot occupied his mind, and while Peter and Grace exchanged ideas, John kept a dark silence behind them, nor could Putt win any word from him.
At last Miss Malherb reached the turning-point and prepared to take her farewell.
"I wish you could find a reason for your coldness," said Norcot, as they drew up on the lonely heights of Believer. "I'm a logical man. If you convinced me of error, it would be so different. But I have yet to know why I shouldn't love you and why you shouldn't marry me."
"I don't love you."
"Tut, tut! That's nothing. What a pitiful fellow should I be to let so small an accident frighten me from a noble purpose! Besides, 'don't' and 'won't' are very different words. Patience is my strong point, and you can't remain a child for ever."
"Words—words, Peter! I often wonder what your real life is behind so much talking."
"Marry me and find out."
"Never. You think I may love you presently. It is absolutely impossible, so spare yourself the delusion29, and spare me."
"As to that, delusion is half the joy of life, and at least three parts of true love. Hear Waller. His address to the 'Mutable Fair' might do you good.
"'For still to be deluded30 so,
Is all the pleasure lovers know;
Who, like good falconers, take delight,
Not in the quarry31, but the flight.'
Farewell, sweet Grace, until we meet again."
He bent32 over her hand in a very courtly fashion, and then set off for Chagford with Putt after him.
When they were out of sight Grace turned to her lover and quickly felt his arm round her, his gentle kisses upon her cheek.
"'Tis very well," she said; "but I can't live even on your kisses, sweetheart. This man quite overclouds my spirit. I gasp33 for air; I suffocate34 with quotations35. You'll have to run away with me, John."
"Whither, my lovely Grace?"
"Why—to your grandmother. I'll dye myself nut-brown and pick snails36 for Lovey Lee."
Than her jest nothing had better served to show young John the futility37 of his hopes.
He groaned38 aloud.
"I have been mad," he said; "each day, each hour shows me how mad."
"Your love must find the way. Read some of my story-books. I'll warrant they'll hearten you. You are meant to do dashing deeds."
"Life falls out so different. What can I do? How shall I set about proving that I'm worthy39 to tie your shoe-string? The bitter truth is that I'm not."
"Now I see that Mr. Norcot has oppressed you as he oppresses me. I always feel not good enough, nor great enough to breathe the same air with him."
"But he is not good, nor yet great," John answered.
"Well, we stand where we did. You must see your grandmother and be firm with her. You are a man now. Approach her boldly upon the subject of your father. She knows all about you—more even than I do—'tis not to be endured. And if you cannot win her to our side, then I must. Just think how it might chance if she has the amphora!"
Upon this fascinating problem they spoke40 at length, and with such earnestness, that they forgot their love affairs for full five minutes. Not until familiar landmarks41 warned them that they neared their home again, did they become personal. Then John Lee's soul grew glad once more, and hope woke within him at her voice.
Peter Norcot, meantime, heard something of interest on his homeward way. In a wild heath beyond Hameldon, he overtook two old men plodding42 along together, and as he possessed43 a remarkable44 memory, the horseman recollected45 one of them very well, and offered him greeting.
"How now, Mr. 'Ha'penny for a rook, a penny for a jay'! How wags the world with you? You forget me, but I remember Leaman Cloberry who showed me my road to Fox Tor Farm when I was fog-foundered a while agone."
"To be sure—an' they be reaping what they sowed there by all accounts—I mean where I took you."
"Reaping what you sowed more like," said Putt wrathfully. "If I'd catched you at your May-games wi' rats and moles46 up-along, I'd have broken your wicked neck—old as you be."
"Stuff an' nonsense!" answered Cloberry, "I never went nigh the place. 'Tis Childe's Tomb I speak of, not rats an' mice. 'Tis pulling down of holy crosses wi'out more thought than an honest man would draw a turnip47. An' they lost their only son; and but for the mercy of God might have had their throats cut last night—eh, Uncle Smallridge?"
"'Tis so indeed, your honour," piped Uncle. "An' me the first to tell the news; for if they'd escaped, 'tis odds48 but they'd have fallen on man, woman, 'an childern; for they'm little better'n Red Injuns by all accounts."
"What is this aged12 but animated49 earth chattering50 about?" asked Peter.
"'Tis thanks to the watching Lord an' Cap'n Cottrell they didn't," declared Uncle. "But they tried, an' they'd a' gotten their devilish contrivances all ready; but the red-coats was too clever for 'em; an' now 'twill be bloody51 backs for every one of 'em; an' sarve 'em right, I say!"
"The old chap overruns his subject, your honour," explained Cloberry. "The matter be that last night but one, when the fog blowed up so thick an' sudden, a party of them Yankees to the War Prison concocted52 a wonnerful clever plan for escape. In the thick of the dimsy light they popped over the first wall wi' a very nice li'l ladder all made o' rabbit wire; but somehow—God he knows how—afore they could scale the outer wall, up ran Commander Cottrell an' his valiant53 men, as was snugly54 hidden away in a covered shed there. The armed sojers made every man Jack55 of 'em a prisoner in a moment. How the plot was found out an' who told upon 'em ban't known; but somebody did for sure—else they'd a' got clean off—all seven of 'em."
"Pegs56! 'tis a merciful escape for Dartymoor!" said Uncle Smallridge.
"Most interesting; but I hope 'twas not a young acquaintance of mine," answered Peter, "else I much fear my efforts upon his behalf will prove vain. Thank you, my men, for this remarkable news. Now let us sing 'Long live the King,' and Cottrell, long live he; and here's a trifle to cool your throats when you have done so."
He handed a shilling to each man, and they clamoured blessings57 upon him.
"Always knowed you was a gentleman. An' may it be your turn next, sir," said Cloberry with great heartiness58. "I only hopes you'll be in a proper tight fix some of these days and 'twill be my fortune to pull you out!"
"An' me, too," declared Uncle Smallridge, "for you'm one of the Lord's chosen heroes if ever I seed one. You can take an old man's word for't."
Within a fortnight, Norcot had succeeded in obtaining the privilege of parole for Commodore Jonathan Miller, Cecil Stark and William Burnham. But the boon59 arrived too late, for in response to the order came a communication, telling how these officers, together with four other men, had recently been captured in a bold attempt to break out of the War Prison. In what manner the authorities had learned their secret and hindered them, none knew; but the result proved definite enough; for the promise of parole was immediately withdrawn60 and all future hope of it denied.
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