Part 13 (1/2)

”Good Heavens!” he cried aloud. ”Enemy's! What contemptible worms we are, to dare to nurse up such a feeling from father to son, generation after generation! Why, with them it is an hereditary disease. But who knows? Those two lads may grow up to be friends, and kill the old feud.

They cannot help respecting each other after such an encounter as that.

I'll try and get hold of young Darley, and then of Mark; and perhaps I may be able to--Bah! you weak-minded, meddlesome old driveller!” he cried impetuously. ”You would muddle, and spoil all, when perhaps a Higher Hand is at work, as it always is, to make everything tend toward the best.

”But I should like to be present, by accident, the next time those two lads meet.”

The meeting took place before many days had pa.s.sed.

In the interim Ralph Darley had told his father all that had happened, and Sir Morton had frowned, and looked pleased, and frowned again.

”You think I did wrong father,” said the lad.

”No, my boy; I think you behaved splendidly; but you see what a miserable race those Edens are. You do good to one of them, a boy of your own age, and he is ready to turn and rend you.”

”But I did not go on purpose to do good to him, father. I meant to catch him, tie him hand and foot, and bring him here to do what you liked with him.”

”Never mind: you acted bravely; and he like a roused wolf's cub, as Nick Garth called him.”

”Felt humbled,” said Ralph thoughtfully.

”Yes, my boy. Well, it's all over; but don't go risking your life again for your enemies. We don't want to quarrel with them unless they force it on, and I'm afraid they are going to, for I believe Eden has enlisted that gang of ruffians in his service. I can't hear that they were seen to go away.”

Mark Eden told his father too, about the incident, and Sir Edward looked very grave.

”As the lad was a Darley, matters are different,” he said at last, ”and I don't like your conduct over the matter, Mark. To begin with--well, to go all through the business, you did wrong.”

”Yes, father,” said the lad bitterly.

”It was not right for you, a young scholar, and a gentleman, to go upon their land and invite a quarrel.”

”But I wanted the young ravens, father.”

”Yes. And they want my lead-mine; and if young Darley comes to try and take it, I hope you'll break his neck.”

”Yes, father.”

”But you did not come out well, my boy,” said Sir Edward irritably.

”The young cub has some good in him, and he behaved splendidly.”

”Yes, father; that made me feel so mad against him, and all the time I was feeling as if I would have given anything to shake hands, for he was very brave.”

”Well, it would have been, if he had not been a Darley.”

”And, of course, I could not shake hands and say thank you to a boy like him.”

”Shake hands--an Eden with a Darley! Impossible, my boy, impossible.

There, it's all over, and you must never give them the opportunity of insulting you again. That family has done us endless injury.”

”And we've done them a deal, too, father.”