ride and indignation were roused, and battled with his love,
and they were aided by the healthy invigorating habits into which Dr.
Amboyne had at last inveigled him, and so he resisted: he wrote more
than one letter in reply to Grace Carden; but, when he came to read them
over and compare them with her gentle effusion, he was ashamed of his
harshness, and would not send the letter.

He fought on; philanthropy in Hillsborough, forging in Cairnhope Church;
and still he dreamed strange dreams now and then: for who can work, both
night and day, as this man did--with impunity?

One night he dreamed that he was working at his forge, when suddenly the
floor of the aisle burst, and a dead knight sprang from the grave with
a single bound, and stood erect before him, in rusty armor: out of his
helmet looked two eyes like black diamonds, and a nose like a falcon's.
Yet, by one of the droll contradictions of a dream, this impetuous,
warlike form no sooner opened its lips, than out issued a lackadaisical
whine. "See my breastplate, good sir," said he. "It was bright as silver
when I made it--I was like you, I forged my own weapons, forged them
with these hands. But now the damps of the grave have rusted it.
Odsbodikins! is this a thing for a good knight to appear in before his
judge? And to-morrow is doomsday, so they all say."

Then Henry pitied the poor simple knight (in his dream), and offered his
services to polish the corslet up a bit against that great occasion. He
pointed toward his forge, and the knight marched to it, in three wide
steps that savored strongly of theatrical burlesque. But the moment he
saw the specimens of Henry's work lying about, he drew back, and wheeled
upon the man of the day with huge disdain. "What," said he, "do you
forge toys! Learn that a gentleman can only forge those weapons of war
that gentlemen do use. And I took you for a Raby!"

With these bitter words he vanished, with flashing eyes and a look
of magnificent scorn, and left his fiery, haughty features imprinted
clearly on Henry's memory.

One evening, as he plied his hammer, he heard a light sound at a window,
in an interval of his own noise. He looked hastily up, and caught a
momentary sight of a face disappearing from the window. It was gone like
a flash even as he caught sight of it.

Transient as the glance was, it shook him greatly. He heated a bar of
iron white hot at one end, and sallied out into the night. But there was
not a cr