n't
like you! you would n't--but he would--he would send me to everlasting
misery to gain his own end, or to save himself. And yet he is n't every
way bad, and if he did marry Myrtle she'd think there never was such a
man,--for he can talk her heart out of her, and the wicked in him lies
very deep and won't ever come out, perhaps, if the world goes right with
him." The last part of this sentence showed how Cynthia talked with her
own conscience; all her mental and moral machinery lay open before the
calm eyes of Master Byles Gridley.

His thoughts wandered a moment from the business before him; he had
just got a new study of human nature, which in spite of himself would be
shaping itself into an axiom for an imagined new edition of "Thoughts on
the Universe," something like this, "The greatest saint may be a sinner
that never got down to 'hard pan.'" It was not the time to be framing
axioms.

"Poh! poh!" he said to himself; "what are you about making phrases, when
you have got a piece of work like this in hand?" Then to Cynthia,
with great gentleness and kindness of manner: "Have no fear about any
consequences to yourself. Mr. Penhallow must see that paper--I mean
those papers. You shall not be a loser nor a sufferer if you do your
duty now in these premises."

Master Gridley, treating her, as far as circumstances permitted, like a
gentleman, had shown no intention of taking the papers either stealthily
or violently. It must be with her consent. He had laid the package down
upon the table, waiting for her to give him leave to take it. But just
as he spoke these last words, Cynthia, whose eye had been glancing
furtively at it while he was thinking out his axiom, and taking her
bearings to it pretty carefully, stretched her hand out, and, seizing
the package, thrust it into the sanctuary of her bosom.

"Mr. Penhallow must see those papers, Miss Cynthia Badlam," Mr. Gridley
repeated calmly. "If he says they or any of them can be returned to your
keeping, well and good. But see them he must, for they have his office
seal and belong in his custody, and, as you see by the writing on the
back, they have not been examined. Now there may be something among them
which is of immediate importance to the relatives of the late deceased
Malachi Withers, and therefore they must be forthwith submitted to the
inspection of the surviving partner of the firm of Wibird and Penhallow.
This I propose to do, with your consent, this evening