she'll be seen no more. On that, rely.
"I want my girl here not to keep me in the fear of death. For I fear
death while she's not safe in somebody's hands--kind, if I can get him
for her. Somebody--young or old!"
The farmer lifted his head for the first time, and stared vacantly at
Robert.
"I'd marry her," he said, "if I was knowing myself dying now or
to-morrow morning, I'd marry her, rather than leave her alone--I'd marry
her to that old man, old Gammon."
The farmer pointed to the ceiling. His sombre seriousness cloaked and
carried even that suggestive indication to the possible bridegroom's
age and habits, and all things associated with him, through the gates of
ridicule; and there was no laughter, and no thought of it.
"It stands to reason for me to prefer a young man for her husband. He'll
farm the estate, and won't sell it; so that it goes to our blood, if
not to a Fleming. If, I mean, he's content to farm soberly, and not play
Jack o' Lantern tricks across his own acres. Right in one thing's right,
I grant; but don't argue right in all. It's right only in one thing.
Young men, when they've made a true hit or so, they're ready to think
it's themselves that's right."
This was of course a reminder of the old feud with Robert, and
sufficiently showed whom the farmer had in view for a husband to Rhoda,
if any doubt existed previously.
Having raised his eyes, his unwonted power of speech abandoned him, and
he concluded, wavering in look and in tone,--
"I'd half forgotten her uncle. I've reckoned his riches when I cared for
riches. I can't say th' amount; but, all--I've had his word for it--all
goes to this--God knows how much!--girl. And he don't hesitate to say
she's worth a young man's fancying. May be so. It depends upon
ideas mainly, that does. All goes to her. And this farm.--I wish ye
good-night."
He gave them no other sign, but walked in his oppressed way quietly to
the inner door, and forth, leaving the rest to them.
CHAPTER XIV
The two were together, and all preliminary difficulties had been cleared
for Robert to say what he had to say, in a manner to make the saying of
it well-nigh impossible. And yet silence might be misinterpreted by her.
He would have drawn her to his heart at one sign of tenderness. There
came none. The girl was frightfully torn with a great wound of shame.
She was the first to speak.
"Do you believe what father says of my sister?"
"That she--?" Robert
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