-Ruth!" called the landlady's voice, up the corridor.
"Here, a moment!"
She dropped the charred curtain and hurried to answer the call.
"Ruth! Where's the bootjack? His Honour will take off his
riding-boots."
"Bootjack, ma'am?" interrupted the Collector, leaning back in a chair
and extending a shapely leg with instep and ankle whereon the
riding-boot fitted like a glove. "I don't maul my leather with
bootjacks. Send Manasseh upstairs to me; ask him with my compliments
what the devil he means by clattering saucepans when he should be
attending to his master. . . . Eh, what's this?"
"She can do it, your Honour," said the landlady, catching Ruth by the
shoulder and motioning her to kneel and draw off the boot.
(It is likely she shirked carrying the message.)
"Oh, very well--if only she won't twist my foot. . . . Take care of the
spur, child."
The girl knelt, and with her blistered hand took hold of the boot-heel
below the spur. It cost her exquisite pain, but she did not wince; and
her head being bent, no one perceived the tears in her eyes.
She had scarcely drawn off the second boot, when Manasseh appeared in
the doorway carrying a silver tray with glasses and biscuits; a glass of
red wine for his master, a more innocent cordial for the young
gentleman, and both glasses filmed over with the chill of crushed ice.
The girl was withdrawing when the Collector, carelessly feeling in his
pocket, drew out a coin and put it into her hand. Her fingers closed on
it sharply, almost with a snatch. In truth, the touch of metal was so
intolerable to the burnt flesh that, but for clutching it so, she must
have dropped the coin. Still with bowed head she passed quietly from
the room.
Master Dicky munched his macaroon and sipped his cordial. He had a
whole guinea in his breeches pocket, and was thinking it would be great
fun to step out and explore the town, if only for a little way.
To-morrow was Sunday, and all the stores would be closed. But Manasseh
was too busy to come with him for bodyguard--and his father's boots were
off; and besides, he stood in great awe and shyness of his admired
parent. Had the boots been on, it would have cost him a bold effort to
make the request. On the whole, the cordial warming him, Master Dicky
had a mind to take French leave.
Chapter III.
TWO GUINEAS.
Though the wind hummed among the chimneys and on the back of the roof,
on either side of the lamp over the
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