Lady Hester | Page 4

to make his son
a good-for-nothing English lord? That was his view. Nothing but
misery, distress, and temptation could come of not letting things alone.
He held to that, and there were no means forthcoming either of coming
to England to present herself. The family were well to do, but had no
ready money to lay out on a passage across the Atlantic. Nor would
Hester wait. She had persuaded herself that a letter would be
suppressed, even if she had known how to address it; but to claim her
son's rights, and make an earl of him, had become her fixed idea, and
she began laying aside every farthing in her power.
In this she was encouraged, not by the lawyer who had made the will--
and who, considering that poor Faith's witnesses had been destroyed,
and her certificate and her wedding ring taken from her by the Indians,
thought that the marriage could not be substantiated--but by a clever
young clerk, who had managed to find out the state of things; a man
named Perrault, who used to come to the farm, always when Lea was
out, and talk her into a further state of excitement about her child's

expectations, and the injuries she was suffering. It was her one idea.
She says she really believes she should have gone mad if the saving
had not occupied her; and a very dreary life poor Joel must have had
whilst she was scraping together the passage- money. He still steadily
and sternly disapproved the whole, and when at two years' end she had
put together enough to bring her and her boy home, and maintain them
there for a few weeks, he still refused to go with her. The last thing he
said was, "Remember, Hester, what was the price of all the kingdoms
of the world! Thou wilt have it, then! Would that I could say, my
blessing go with thee." And he took his child, and held him long in his
arms, and never spoke one word over him but, "My poor boy!"
CHAPTER II.
TREVORSHAM

I suppose I had better tell what we had been doing all this time. Adela
and I had come out, and had a season or two in London, and my father
had enjoyed our pleasure in it, and paid a good deal of court to our
pretty Adela, because there was no driving Torwood into anything
warmer than easy brotherly companionship.
In fact, Torwood had never cared for anyone but little Emily Deerhurst.
Once he had come to her rescue, when she was only nine or ten years
old, and her schoolboy cousins were teasing her, and at every
Twelfth-day party since she and he had come together as by right.
There was something irresistible in her great soft plaintive brown eyes,
though she was scarcely pretty otherwise, and we used to call her the
White Doe of Rylstone. Torwood was six or seven years older, and no
one supposed that he seriously cared for her, till she was sixteen. Then,
when my father spoke point blank to him about Adela, he was driven
into owning what he wished.
My father thought it utter absurdity. The connection was not pleasant to
him; Mrs. Deerhurst was always looked on as a designing widow, who
managed to marry off her daughters cleverly, and he could believe no

good of Emily.
Now Adela always had more power with papa than any of us. She had a
coaxing way, which his stately old-school courtesy never could resist.
She used when we were children to beg for holidays, and get treats for
us; and even now, many a request which we should never have dared to
utter, she could, with her droll arch way, make him think the most
sensible thing in the world.
What odd things people can do who have lived together like brothers
and sisters! I can hardly help laughing when I think of Torwood
coming disconsolately up from the library, and replying, in answer to
our vigorous demands, that his lordship had some besotted notion past
all reason.
Then we pressed him harder--Adela with indignation, and I with
sympathy--till we forced out of him that he had been forbidden ever to
think or speak again of Emily, and all his faith in her laughed to scorn,
as delusions induced by Mrs. Deerhurst.
"I'm sure I hope you'll take Ormerod, Adela," I remember he ended;
"then at least you would be out of the way."
For Sir John Ormerod's courtship was an evident fact to all the family,
as, indeed, Adela was heiress enough to be a good deal troubled with
suitors, though she had hitherto managed to make them all keep their
distance.
Adela laughed at him for his kind wishes, but I