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the animal back
to her. I shall have time to do that and give a few of the apprentices a
drubbing before dinner-time."
Saying this, Jack Deane, putting his arms again into the sleeves of his
coat, adjusted his dress, which had been somewhat disordered by the
scuffle; then placing his hand on the reins of Miss Harwood's palfrey,
he walked by her side towards the house at which he had pointed.
"Well, well! I must leave you to keep order in the town, Master
Deane," said Mr Harwood, laughing; "when there is so good a guardian
of the peace as you appear to be, it would be useless for me to interfere;
and I would not stop you from restoring the cow to the poor widow. At
the same time, I may suggest that it might be as well to let alone the
drubbing of the apprentices till a more convenient season, or you may
get somewhat overheated and fatigued before your appearance at the
dinner-table."
"Oh, that will be nothing, sir!" answered Jack, clutching his stout
cudgel; "though to be sure the chances are that they will keep out of my
way. When they get cool they will think better of it, before they will
wish to encounter me. I only hope Miss Harwood's palfrey has not
suffered, or her habit either; I am sure the poor animal did not wish to
do her harm."
"Oh, no! thanks to you, Mr Deane, both my horse and I have escaped
harm," said Alethea, looking at the young man with a kind smile.
On reaching the door of Mr Deane's house, Jack held the young lady's
bridle while she dismounted, and then insisted on taking her horse and
her father's round to the stables while they entered the house. Having

unsaddled the steeds, and given them some corn and hay, he hurried off
to fulfil his intention of restoring Dame Pitt's cow to her; but he was
less successful in executing his purpose of thrashing the apprentices, in
consequence, as he expected would be the case, of their judiciously
keeping out of his way; when, failing in his efforts to discover them, he
returned home, feeling that he might defer the execution of his purpose
to another opportunity, should he on further consideration deem it
necessary.
CHAPTER TWO.
DINNER AT MR DEANE'S IN NOTTINGHAM--JACK DEANE
ANNOUNCES THE PROFESSION HE HAS CHOSEN.
As the hour of dinner approached, the expected guests began to arrive
at the hall-door of Mr Deane's substantial mansion in the market-place.
With the exception of Mr Harwood and one or two others, they were
relations of the family, or connected in some way or other. Mrs Deane
received them in a cordial and hearty manner, showing, however, that
she entertained a becoming sense of her own importance. The Squire
and Alethea were evidently, from the style of their reception, amongst
the most honoured. The lady of the mansion wore a tower of fine
Flemish lace on her head, to which that on her gown, of handsome
paduasoy, exactly corresponded; and her general appearance was
matronly and dignified. Behind her, courtesying and smiling to the
guests as they approached, stood two well-grown unmistakably English
girls, their dresses ornamented with cherry-coloured ribbons, just then
in fashion: the eldest, Catherine, or Kate, as she was called, a brunette,
tall and slight, with a somewhat grave and retiring manner, and far
more refined than her rosy-cheeked, merry-looking younger sister Polly,
who gave promise of some day growing into the goodly proportions of
her mother. Mr Deane, with full wig, lace coat, and sword by his side,
stood in the old oak hall, accompanied by his son Jasper, ready to hand
the ladies from their sedan-chairs as they were brought into the hall.
The last to arrive, who was received with all due honour, was a Dr
Nathaniel Deane, a cousin of Mr Deane's, the only physician, and one
of the greatest men, in Nottingham. Jack was the last to enter the house,

and had but little time to slip into his room, and put on his grey dress
suit, before dinner was announced. For a few minutes he was seen
standing behind the door, unwilling to enter and go through the ordeal
of paying his respects to the assembled guests, little more of him being
observable besides a broad shoulder and a well-turned leg, with a red
clock to his grey stocking. Cousin Nat--for so Mr Nathaniel Deane was
called by his relatives--soon however spied him out, and though at that
moment tapping his jewelled snuff-box preparatory to offering it to Mrs
Bethia Harcourt, Mrs Deane's maiden aunt, he contrived directly
afterwards to find himself close to Jack, and to shake hands cordially
with the young man, for whom he evidently had an