And Martin Holt would nod assent, feeling that there was something about his sister’s son that would never assimilate with the life of a merchant tradesman.  He liked his nephew, and thought well of him in many ways; but he was not sorry to receive his request for leave to revisit his old haunts and his own kindred when the long spring days were upon the world; and he bid the lad please himself for the future, and return or not as he best liked.  There was the gold to be given up to him when he should make formal claim for it.  Martin had satisfied himself by now that he was worthy to be intrusted with it; but Cuthbert intended Petronella to have the bulk of that, so that she might wed Philip, if they were both inclined that way.  As for himself, he was still bent on finding the lost treasure of Trevlyn, and he had vowed the whole of the long summer to the search, resolved that he would find it, be the perils and perplexities what they might.

So that although he saw by his uncle’s manner that he was not especially anxious to see him back soon, and shrewdly guessed that this was in part on Cherry’s account, he did not let the matter distress him.  When good Jacob had had his turn, and had failed in winning Cherry’s hand, and when he himself should return laden with the treasure which should enable him to place his little love in a nest in all ways worthy of her, surely then his uncle would give her up to him without opposition.  This was how he spoke to Cherry, comforting her as the hour for his departure drew near, and vowing eternal constancy and unchanging love.  He was beginning to feel that he was doing his cause more harm than good by lingering on, unable to declare himself, yet betraying himself, as he often felt, in a hundred little nameless ways.  It would be better for all when the wrench was finally made; and neither he nor Cherry doubted for a moment that he would be successful in his search, and would come riding up at last to the house on the bridge, the gayest of gay gallants, to claim Cherry in the sight of all, lifting her upon his horse, and riding away with her in the fashion of the bold knights of old, whose deeds of prowess they both so greatly admired.

It was this brilliant prospect of glory to come which consoled Cherry and reconciled her to the parting of the present.  Hard as it would be to live without Cuthbert, she would strive to do so in the thought that he would come again ere long and take her away for ever from the life which was becoming odious to her, she scarce knew why.  So they had parted in hope as well as in sorrow, and Cuthbert felt all his elasticity of spirit returning to him as he strode along by his unexpected comrade’s side.

“I know not how long I shall be absent from London,” he said in answer to Culverhouse’s question.  “There be many things depending on that.  I have set myself a task, and I know not how long a time it will take to accomplish.  And you, my good lord, how goes it with you?  Are you about to visit Trevlyn Chase, as you will be thus near, and see your kinsfolks there?”