ut I
come here to perform a duty. My card has been sent in, but perhaps you
may not know, what it does not tell you, that I am the editor of the
_Thymebury Star_."
Mr. Naseby looked up, indignant.
"I cannot fancy," he said, "that we have much in common to discuss."
"I have only a word to say--one piece of information to communicate.
Some months ago, we had--you will pardon my referring to it, it is
absolutely necessary--but we had an unfortunate difference as to facts."
"Have you come to apologise?" asked the Squire sternly.
"No, sir; to mention a circumstance. On the morning in question, your
son, Mr. Richard Naseby----"
"I do not permit his name to be mentioned."
"You will, however, permit me," replied the Editor.
"You are cruel," said the Squire. He was right, he was a broken man.
Then the Editor described Dick's warning visit; and how he had seen in
the lad's eye that there was a thrashing in the wind, and had escaped
through pity only--so the Editor put it--"through pity only, sir. And
oh, sir," he went on, "if you had seen him speaking up for you, I am
sure you would have been proud of your son. I know I admired the lad
myself, and indeed that's what brings me here."
"I have misjudged him," said the Squire. "Do you know where he is?"
"Yes, sir, he lies sick at Thymebury."
"You can take me to him?"
"I can."
"I pray God he may forgive me," said the father.
And he and the Editor made post-haste for the country town.
Next day the report went abroad that Mr. Richard was reconciled to his
father and had been taken home to Naseby House. He was still ailing, it
was said, and the Squire nursed him like the proverbial woman. Rumour,
in this instance, did no more than justice to the truth; and over the
sick-bed many confidences were exchanged, and clouds that had been
growing for years passed away in a few hours, and, as fond mankind loves
to hope, for ever. Many long talks had been fruitless in external
action, though fruitful for the understanding of the pair; but at last,
one showery Tuesday, the Squire might have been observed upon his way to
the cottage in the lane.
The old gentleman had arranged his features with a view to self-command,
rather than external cheerfulness; and he entered the cottage on his
visit of conciliation with the bearing of a clergyman come to announce a
death.
The Admiral and his daughter were both within, and both looked upon
their visitor with more surpr
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