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If, as you say, you came from near Rowford, you can tell me the names of some of the princ.i.p.al people there?"

"Yes, sir; there's Doctor Heston, and the Reverend James Wyatt, and Mr Elton."

"Exactly," he said gruffly; and he opened a large book and turned over a number of pages. "Humph! here it is," he said to himself, and he seemed to check off the names. "Now, look here, my man. What is the name of the princ.i.p.al solicitor at Rowford?"

"Mr Blakeford, sir," I said with a s.h.i.+ver, lest he should want to write to him about me.

"Oh, you know him?" he said sharply.



"Yes, sir. He managed papa's--my father's--affairs," I said, correcting myself.

"Then I'm sorry for your poor father's affairs," he said, tightening his lips. "That will do, my lad. You can come to work here. Be honest and industrious, and you'll get on. Never mind about having been a gentleman, but learn to be a true man. Go and wait outside."

I tried to speak. I wanted to catch his hands in mine. I wanted to fling my arms round Miss Carr, and kiss and bless her for her goodness.

I was so weak and sentimental a boy then. But I had to fight it all down, and satisfy myself by casting a grateful glance at her as I went out to wait.

I was no listener, but I heard every word that pa.s.sed as the ladies rose to go.

"Are you satisfied, my dear?" said Mr Ruddle.

"G.o.d bless you?" she said; and I saw her raise her veil and kiss him.

"G.o.d bless you, my dear!" he said softly. "So this little affair has regularly settled it all, eh? And you are to be John's wife. Well, well, well, my dear, I'm glad of it, very glad of it. John, my boy, I would my old partner were alive to see your choice; and as for you, my child, you've won a good man, and I hope your sister will be as fortunate."

"I hope I shall, Mr Ruddle," said the other lady softly.

"If I were not sixty, and you nineteen, my dear, I'd propose for you myself," he went on laughingly. "But come, come, I can't have you giddy girls coming to our works to settle your affairs. There, be off with you, and you dine with us on Tuesday next. The old lady says you are to come early. I'm afraid John Lister here won't be able to leave the office till twelve o'clock; but we can do without him, eh?"

"Don't you mind what he says, Miriam," said Mr Lister. "But stop, here's the parcel. I'll send it on."

"No, no. Please let that youth carry it for us," said Miss Carr.

"Anything you wish," he whispered earnestly; and the next moment he was at the door.

"You'll carry this parcel for these ladies," he said; "and to-morrow morning be here at ten o'clock, and we'll find you something to do."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," I said eagerly; and taking the parcel, I followed the ladies into Holborn, and then along Oxford Street to a substantial row of houses near Cavendish Square, where the one I looked upon as my friend paused at a large door and held out her hand to me.

"I shall hope to hear from Mr Lister that you have got on well at the office," she said in her sweet musical voice. "Recollect that you are my _protege_, and I hope you will do me credit. I shall not forget to ask about you. You will try, will you not?"

"Oh yes," I said hoa.r.s.ely, "so hard--so very hard!"

"I believe you will," she said, taking the parcel from my hand; "and now good-bye."

The next moment I was standing alone upon the pavement, feeling as if a cloudiness had come over the day, while, as I looked down into my hand, it was to see there a bright new sovereign.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

PLANS FOR THE FUTURE.

I went straight back to Mr Revitts, and only when nearly there did I remember that I had not thought to ask about Mr Rowle. But I felt it did not matter now, for I had obtained a situation, and he could not be annoyed to find that I was coming to the same establishment.

Mr Revitts was enjoying himself when I reached his room; that is to say, he was sitting in his dingy old red-flannel s.h.i.+rt and his blue uniform trousers, with his sleeves rolled well up above the elbow, reading the police news in a daily paper and smoking a short black pipe, with the wreaths of smoke floating out of the open window.

"Here you are then, my lad," he said, "just in time. You and I will go out and have a bit o' something at the cookshop. Did you find your friend?"

"No, sir--no Mr Revitts," I said, correcting myself, "I forgot to ask for him."

He let his paper fall in his lap and stared hard at me.

"Now, look here, my lad," he said, expelling a large cloud of smoke, "I don't want you to commit yourself, and it's my dooty to tell you that whatever you say will be--No, no, nonsense. Come, speak out. What are you laughing at? What have you been doing?"

Hereupon I told him my adventure, my eyes sparkling with delight.

"And a whole sovereign into the bargain!" he cried as I finished.

"Let's look at it."

I handed him the bright new golden coin, and he span it up in the air, caught it dexterously, and bit it. Then he tried it three or four times on the table, as a shopman would a piece of money on a counter, and ended by making believe to thrust it into his pocket.

"It's a good one," he said, "and I think I shall stick to it for your board and lodging last night and this morning. What do you say?"

"I think you ought to be paid, sir," I said eagerly, "for you were very good to me."

He stared hard at me for a few moments, and then thrust the sovereign back in my hand.

"I've seen a good many boys in my time," he said, "but I'm blessed if ever I run again one like you. Why, you've got plenty of pluck, or else you wouldn't have run away; but of all the simple--well, I won't say simple, but green--of the green chaps I ever did come across you are about the greenest."

I flushed up far from that tint at his words, for there was the old complaint again about my greenness.

"Please, Mr Revitts, I'm very sorry I'm so green," I said, looking at him wistfully; "perhaps it's because I've always lived in the country."

He stared harder at me.

"Come here," he said sharply, and going to the window, he placed me between his knees, laid a great hand upon each of my shoulders grasping them firmly, and gazed straight into my eyes. "Look here, youngster,"

he said angrily, "is it R or F? Are you trying to humbug me? Because, if so, it won't do: I'm too old."

"Humbug you, sir?" I said wonderingly. "I don't know what you mean."

"That you don't," he said, dropping his fierce way and sinking back smiling. "'Struth, what a boy you are!"

I gazed at him in a troubled way, for I felt hurt.

"I'm very sorry, Mr Revitts," I said, "and I hope you don't think I would do anything to deceive you," for that "R or F" puzzled me.

"Deceive me? Not you, my boy. Why, you couldn't deceive a sparrer or a hoyster. Why, you're as transparent as a pane of gla.s.s. I can see right through you and out on the other side."

"I'm afraid I am very stupid, sir," I said sadly. "I'll try to learn to be more clever. I don't know much, only about books, and natural history, and botany, but I'll try very hard not--not to be so--so-- green."

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