"Ah!" said Jael, "you are like all the young men: you think only of yourself. And you call yourself a scholar of the good doctor's."
"And so I am."
"Then why don't you go by his rule, and put yourself in a body's place? Suppose you was in her place, master of this house like, and dancing with a pack of girls you didn't care for, and SHE stood out here, pale and sighing; and suppose things were so that you couldn't come out to her, nor she come in to you, wouldn't it cut you to the heart to see her stand in the street and look so unhappy--poor lad?
Be good, now, and go home to thy mother. Why stand here and poison the poor young lady's pleasure--such as 'tis--and torment thyself."
Jael's own eyes filled, and that proof of sympathy inclined Henry all the more to listen to her reason.
"You are wise, and good, and kind," he said. "But oh, Jael, I adore her so, I'd rather be in hell with her than in heaven without her.
Half a loaf is better than no bread. I can't go home and turn my back on the place where she is. Yes, I'm in torments; but I see.
They can't rob my EYES of her."
"To oblige HER!"
"Yes; I'll do anything to oblige HER. If I could only believe she loves me."
"Put it to the proof, if you don't believe me."
"I will. Tell her I'd much rather stay all night, and catch a glimpse of her now and then; but yet, tell her I'll go home, if she will promise me not to dance with that Coventry again."
"There is a condition!" said Jael.
"It is a fair one," said Henry, doggedly, "and I won't go from it."
Jael looked at him, and saw it was no use arguing the matter. So she went in to the house with his ultimatum.
She soon returned, and told him that Miss Grace, instead of being angry, as she expected, had smiled and looked pleased, and promised not to dance with Mr. Coventry nor any body else any more that night, "if he would go straight home and consult his beautiful mother." "Those were her words," said the loyal Dence. "She did say them twice over to make sure."
"God bless her!" cried Henry, warmly; "and bless you too, my best friend. I'll go this moment."
He cast a long, lingering look at the window, and went slowly down the street.
When he got home, his mother was still up and secretly anxious.
He sat down beside her, and told her where he had been and how it had all ended. "I'm to consult my beautiful mother," said he, kissing her.
"What, does she think I am like my picture now?"
"I suppose so. And you are as beautiful as ever in my eyes, mother.
And I do consult you."
Mrs. Little's black eyes flashed; but she said, calmly, "What about, dearest?"
"I really don't know. I suppose it was about what happened tonight.
Perhaps about it all."
Mrs. Little leaned her head upon her hand and thought.
After a moment's reflection, she said to Henry, rather coldly, "If she is not a very good girl, she must be a very clever one."
"She is both," said Henry, warmly.
"Of that I shall be the best judge," said Mrs. Little, very coldly indeed.