“He can’t help that,” said Winifred.

“You think so?”

“But Rufus didn’t stay with him?”

“No —­ Mr. Forriner only moved to Mannahatta about a year ago.”

“Have you ever seen Aunt Forriner?”

“Yes —­ once.”

“Well —­ is she good?”

“I hope so.”

“You don’t know, Governor?”

“I don’t know, Winnie.”

Winifred waited a little.

“What are you going to do, Governor, when you first get there?”

“I suppose the first thing will be to go and examine Uncle Forriner and see if I like him.”

Winifred laughed.

“No, no, but I mean business —­ what you are going to Mannahatta for —­ what will be the first thing?”

“To shew myself to Mr. De Wort.”

“Who’s he?”

“He is a lawyer in Mannahatta.”

“Do you know where he lives?”

“No, Winnie; but other people do.”

“What are you going to see him for, Governor?”

“To ask him if he will let me read law in his office.”

“Will he want to be paid for it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Suppose he should, Governor?”

“Then I will pay him, Winifred.”

“How can you?”

Her brother smiled a little.  “My eyes are not far-sighted enough to tell you, Winnie.  I can only give you the fact.”

Winifred smiled too, but in her heart believed him.

“Did you ever see Mr. De Wort?”

“Never.”

“Then what makes you choose him?”

“Because he is said to be the best lawyer in the city.”

Winifred put her fingers thoughtfully through and through the short dark wavy brown hair which graced her brother’s broad brow, and wondered with herself whether there would not be a better lawyer in the city before long.  And then in a sweet kind of security laid her head down again upon his breast.

“I’ll have a house for you there, by and by, Winnie,” he said, as his arm drew round her.

“O I couldn’t leave mother, you know,” she answered.

Her mother called her at this instant, and she ran off, leaving him alone.

He had spoken to her all the while with no change on his wonted calm brow and lip; but when she left the room he left it; and wandering down to some hiding place on the rocky shore, where only the silent cedars stood witnesses, he wept there till his strong frame shook, with what he no more than the rocks would shew anywhere else.  It never was shewn.  He was just as he had been.  Nobody guessed, unless his mother, the feeling that had wrought and was working within him; and she only from general knowledge of his nature.  But the purpose of life had grown yet stronger and struck yet deeper roots instead of being shaken by this storm.  The day of his setting off for Mannahatta was not once changed after it had been once fixed upon.