Volume Ii Part 41 (1/2)
”What a miserable man he is!” exclaimed Elinor. ”And is it possible that sailor is going to take possession of my uncle Stanley's house immediately?”
”I do not know, my child. Everything has been left in the hands of Robert Hazlehurst and Mr. Grant, by our friends.”
Already had Elinor's mind been busy with planning relief for Hazlehurst; if he were now worse than penniless, she was rich--it would be in her power to a.s.sist him. The point itself had been long since settled by her, but the manner in which it was to be done was now to be considered. She was determined at least that her old playfellow should have the use of any sum he might require, under the circ.u.mstances that would be the easiest and most acceptable to himself. Her grandfather must make the offer; they would either wait until he returned from the cruise in the Petrel, or possibly it would be better to write to him while absent.
Elinor had, perhaps, been more disappointed by the verdict than any one, for she had been very sanguine as to the result; she had not conceived it possible that such gross injustice could triumph.
But, alas, how imperfect is merely human justice in its best form! It is a humiliating reflection for the human race, that Justice, one of the highest attributes of Truth, should have so little power among men; that when guided by human reason alone she should so often err!
To guard faithfully the general purity of Justice, to watch that her arm is neither crippled by violence nor palsied by fear, that her hands are not polluted by bribery, nor her ears a.s.sailed by flattery, is all that human means can do; but wo {sic} to the society where this duty is neglected, for disgrace and general corruption are then inevitable.
It was a day of movement at Wyllys-Roof; after the arrival of the party from Philadelphia there were constant communications with their neighbours at Broadlawn, as the long talked of cruise of the Petrel had been only postponed for Harry's return, and young de Vaux was now all impatience to be off. When Elinor went down for dinner she found Ellsworth and Harry on the piazza playing with Bruno, the fine Newfoundland dog which Hazlehurst had given her when he first went abroad.
”He is a n.o.ble creature!” exclaimed Ellsworth.
”I am making friends with Bruno again, you see,” said Harry as Elinor drew near. ”What would you say if I coaxed him off to the Petrel with me to-morrow?”
”You are very welcome to his company for the voyage, if you can persuade him to go. Down Bruno, down my good friend,” she said, as the dog bounded towards her; ”I wish you would remember that a thin white dress must be treated with some respect. Are you really going to-morrow?” she added, turning to Harry.
”Yes; we are under sailing orders. I have just been over to look at the Petrel, and everything is ready. De Vaux has only been waiting for me--the rest of the party has been collected for some days. I found Smith the conchologist, and Stryker, at Broadlawn.”
”Has your course been finally settled?” asked Ellsworth.
”Yes; we are to circ.u.mnavigate Long-Island.”
”You will have an agreeable cruise, I dare say, with a pleasant set of messmates; Hubert de Vaux is a good fellow himself, and Stryker is in his element on such occasions.”
”We are to have Charlie Hubbard too, and Harman Van Horne.”
”How long will you be gone?” said Elinor.
”Some ten days, or a fortnight at the very farthest.”
”Can we see anything of Mr. de Vaux's boat from here?” asked Mrs.
Creighton, stepping on the piazza.
”Only her masts; in this direction, near the grove,” replied Harry. ”She is a schooner, and a beautiful craft, too.”
”Miss Wyllys, you should coax Mr. de Vaux to give the ladies a pic-nic when he returns,” said Mrs. Creighton.
”No doubt he would be happy to do so, if you were to express the wish,” said Elinor.
”Unfortunately I shall not be here. Wyllys-Roof is a dangerous place, one always stays here too long; but I cannot positively afford more than a day or two at present; I have promised to be in town on Thursday.”
Elinor expressed her regrets very hospitably; and they were soon after summoned to dinner.
In the evening, Hubert de Vaux and the gentlemen from Broadlawn, engaged for the cruise, walked in. Charlie Hubbard was there too; he had remained in Philadelphia during the whole trial, and had just returned home that morning.
”And so you are positively going to-morrow,” said Mr. Wyllys to young de Vaux.