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He laughed a little at this boyish argument, but would not consent at that time. Indeed, it was near a year afterwards, and when I had gained some authority about the estate, that he at length did as I demanded.

It was a sweet spring morning (I remember) with a heaven full of big white clouds come up from the westward over Dunkery on a high wind that bent the saplings and set the branches in the great woods stirring. We had gone up the moor, behind Mr. Jordan's house, with the shepherd, to recover a strayed sheep, which, about an hour before noon, the shepherd chanced to espy a long way off, dead, and a mob of ravens over her, buffeted about by the gale. The shepherd immediately ran to the place, where he beat off the ravens and afterwards took up the carcase on his shoulders and went down the combe, leaving us twain together.

”It is not often that he loses any beast,” said the steward. ”'Tis a careful man among the flocks, though among the wenches, not so.”

I know not why, but this character of the shepherd put me again in mind of my uncle Botolph, upon whom I had not thought for a great while.

”Tell me, Peter Sprot,” I said, ”how it was my father and my uncle came to fighting.”

”Nay, they came not so far as to fight,” cried the steward, with a start.

”But they drew upon each other,” said I.

He sat silent for a little, tugging at his rough hair, as was his wont when he meditated deeply.

After awhile, ”You never knew your lady mother,” he said, in a deep voice, ”so that my tale must lack for that which should be chief of it.

For to all who knew her, the things which befell seemed a part of her beauty, or rather to issue from it naturally, though, indeed, they were very terrible. Mr. Denis, it is the stream which runs by the old course bursts the bridges in time of winter, and down the common ways that trouble ever comes.”

”But what trouble was in this,” I asked, in the pause he made, ”that it were necessary I should have known my mother to comprehend it?”

”Nay, not the trouble, master,” he answered, ”for that was manifest to all. But 'twas her grace and beauty, and her pretty behaviour, that none who knew not Madam Rachel your mother, may conjure e'en the shadow of.

”You were a toward lad at all times,” he went on, ”and when your brother was born, though you were scarce turned two, you would be singing and talking from dawn to dark. Ah! sir, your father did not keep his book-room then, but would be in the great chamber aloft, with you and your lady mother and the nurse, laughing at your new-found words and ditties, and riding you and fondling you--G.o.d save us!--as a man who had never lived till then.

”'Twas when little Master Hugh came that all changed. For what must 'a do, but have down Mr. Botolph from London to stand sponsor to him, at the christening. He came, a fine man, larger than his wors.h.i.+p, and with a manner of bending his brow, which methought betokened a swiftness of comprehension and an impatience of all he found displeasing. Indeed, there was little he did not observe, noting it for correction or betterment. Though a city man and a merchant, Mr.

Botolph had but to cast an eye over this place, and 'Brother,' said he, 'there be some things here ill done or but indifferent well'; and showed him that the ricks were all drenched and moulded where they stood, and bade him build them higher up the slope. Master Cleeve took his advice in good part, for they were friends yet.

”But within a little while, I know not how, a shadow fell athwart all.

In the farm, matters went amiss, and the weather which had formerly been fine became foul, with snow falling, though it was come Eastertide, and all the lambs sickened. The maids whispered of Mr.

Botolph, who had never so much as set eyes on my lady till that time (she having kept her bed to within a week of the christening), that he had spoken no word since the hour he saw her in, nor scarce once stirred from his chamber. His wors.h.i.+p, they said, took no heed of this melancholy in his brother, or rather seemed not to do so, though he played no longer with you, and had small joy of the infant. But with Madam Rachel he sat long in chat, cheering her, and talking of what should be done in due season, and of how he would remove the state rooms to the upper floor (as was then generally being done elsewhere), and would build a n.o.ble staircase from the old hall; and of many other such matters as he had in mind.

”So for a week, and until the eve of the christening, nought could be called strange, save that Mr. Botolph kept himself apart, and that the shadow on all men's minds lay cold. I doubt if any slept that night, for without the wind was high as now it is, and charged with snow. We could hear the beasts snorting in their stalls and the horses whinnying. Little do I fear, Master Denis,” said the old man, suddenly breaking off, ”but I tell you there was something abroad that night was not in nature.

”'Twas about midnight that we heard laughter; your lady mother laughing in her silver voice, which yet had a sort of mockery in it, and his wors.h.i.+p answering her now and then. After awhile comes he to my room, where I yet sleep, beyond the armoury.

”'Peter,' he says, 'hast seen my brother Botolph?'

”I told him no, but that I supposed he was in the guest-room down the long corridor.

”'Madam Cleeve cannot sleep,' says he again, 'thinking that he is out in the storm, and would have us seek him.'

”I lit a candle at this, for we had spoken in the dark hitherto, and when it had burned up, I saw his wors.h.i.+p dressed and with his boots on.

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