e red, nodding emphatically some half-dozen times.
"Do you find your fallow field easily worked?"
Knowles fidgeted uneasily.
"No. Fact is, I'm beginning to think there's a good deal of an obstacle
in blood. I find difficulty, much difficulty, Sir, in giving the
youngest child true ideas of absolute freedom and unselfish heroism."
"You teach them by reason alone?" said Holmes, gravely.
"Well,--of course,--that is the true theory; but I--I find it necessary
to have them whipped, Mr. Holmes."
Holmes stooped suddenly to pat Tiger, hiding a furtive smile. The old
man went on, anxiously,--
"Old Mr. Howth says that is the end of all self-governments: from
anarchy to despotism, he says. Old people are apt to be set in their
ways, you know. Honestly, we do not find unlimited freedom answer in the
House. I hope much from a woman's assistance: I have destined her for
this work always: she has great latent power of sympathy and endurance,
such as can bring the Christian teaching home to these wretches."
"The Christian?" said Holmes.
"Well, yes. I am not a believer myself, you know; but I find that it
takes hold of these people more vitally than more abstract faiths: I
suppose because of the humanity of Jesus. In Utopia, of course, we shall
live from scientific principles; but they do not answer in the House."
"Who is the woman?" asked Holmes, carelessly.
The other watched him keenly.
"She is coming for five years. Margaret Howth."
He patted the dog with the same hard, unmoved touch.
"It is a religious duty with her. Besides, she must do something. They
have been almost starving since the mill was burnt."
Holmes's face was bent; he could not see it. When he looked up, Knowles
thought it more rigid, immovable than before.
When Knowles was going away, Holmes said to him,--
"When does Margaret Howth go into that devils' den?"
"The House? On New-Year's." The scorn in him was too savage to be
silent. "You will have fulfilled your design by that time,--of
marriage?"
Holmes was leaning on the mantel-shelf; his very lips were pale.
"Yes, I shall, I shall,"--in his low, hard tone.
Some sudden dream of warmth and beauty flashed before his gray eyes,
lighting them as Knowles never had seen before.
"Miss Herne is beautiful,--let me congratulate you in Western fashion."
The old man did not hide his sneer.
Holmes bowed.
"I thank you, for her."
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