Longstaff began to lose his colour somewhat rapidly, and to look half a dozen degrees more sober. "Yes, I repeat it,-you, and your wife, that child would never have been born, and I should yet have been what now I can never be again. And yet you'll be revenged on me" she continued, growing more passionate as she proceeded," you have courage enough to set your foot on such a hovel as this, because it shelters me, and crush it. But, take care: there's a sting in that cradle for you, yet. And, though I told one lie about him, don't forget that if you, and your wife, and your master, had not told a thousand lies before, there would have been no occasion for me to tell one at all!" It was clear beyond dispute, from Mr. Longstaff's manner, that he had drawn down upon himself a retort which he never intended -especially in the presence of two other persons. He leaned half over his chair-back, with his dull eyes fixed, though evidently in utter absence of mind, upon the ceiling; while a visible nervous quivering of his pale lips and nostrils evinced the working of inward emotions, to which his tongue either could not, or dared not, give utterance. Meantime, Mrs. Clink had taken little Colin out of his cradle, and wrapped him warmly round with all the clothes it contained. She then led Fanny into the inner room, which was occupied as a bedchamber. "Come, Fanny," said she; "if there be still less charity under a bare sky than under this stripped roof, we cannot do much worse. Put on all the clothes you have, child, for perhaps we may want them before morning." And then she proceeded to select from her scantily stored drawers such few trifles as she wished to retain; and afterwards, in accordance with her own injunction, dressed herself as if for a long nightjourney. "Come, lads," at length remarked Mr. Longstaff, after a long silence," hav'n't you done yet? You mustn't take any notice of this woman, mind;—she's had her liquor, and hardly knows what she's talking about." "Won't to-morrow do, sir, to finish off with ?" asked the holder of the distress-warrant and at the same moment our hero's mother, with Colin in her arms, and Fanny by her side, passed out of the doorway of the inner room. Mr. Longstaff looked up, and, seeing them prepared for leaving the place, he observed, in a tone very different to that in which he had before spoken. "We shall not remove anything now; so you may stay to-night, if you like." "No, sir," replied Mrs. Clink; "your master's charity is quite enough I want none of yours. But, before I go, let me tell you I know that Mr. Lupton has never sanctioned this.' Here again was something which appeared to throw another new light upon the steward's mind; for, in reality, his passion had not allowed him for a moment to consider what might be the squire's opinion about such an off-hand and barbarous proceeding. He began to feel some misgivings as to the consequences of his own act, and eventually even went so far as to request that Mrs. Clink would remain in the house until the morrow, when something more could be seen about it. "No," said she again, firmly," whatever I may be now, I was not born to be blown about by every fool's breath that might come across me. Once done is not undone. Come, Fanny." And, in another minute, Mr. Longstaff, Bill the constable, and his assistant, were the only living creatures beneath that roof, which an hour before, with all its poverty, had seemed to offer as secure a home, as inviolable a hearthstone, as the castle of the best lordling in the kingdom. BY W. HARRISON AINSWORTH 447 RAMBLES AMONG THE RIVERS. NO. II. THE THAMES AND HIS BY THE AUTHOR OF "A PARISIAN SABBATH" 524 BY A. ELDER 529 THE ORIGINAL JIM CROW BY MRS. TORRE HOLME 536 BY "MASK" 537 Chapter V. Introduces to the reader two new characters of considerable importance, and describes a scene between them to which a very peculiar interest is attached. Chapter VI. Explains the last recorded occurrence, and introduces Mistress Clink to an individual whom she little expected to see. Scene in a hedge alehouse, with a company of poachers. They are surprised by a very unwelcome visitor. A terrible conflict ensues, and its consequences described. THE THREE LITERARY GRACES; A RHAPSODY 559 |