That last little touch of self-knowledge in Ruth, which she delivered with a gleam of some secret pleasantry, made me stop and look closely at her:  but she pretended not to know it.  “There is something in this child,” I thought, “very different from other girls.  What it is I cannot tell; for one very seldom gets at it.”

At any rate the upshot was that the good horse went back to stable, and had another feed of corn, while my wrath sank within me.  There are two things, according to my experience (which may not hold with another man) fitted beyond any others to take hot tempers out of us.  The first is to see our favourite creatures feeding, and licking up their food, and happily snuffling over it, yet sparing time to be grateful, and showing taste and perception; the other is to go gardening boldly, in the spring of the year, without any misgiving about it, and hoping the utmost of everything.  If there be a third anodyne, approaching these two in power, it is to smoke good tobacco well, and watch the setting of the moon; and if this should only be over the sea, the result is irresistible.

Master Huckaback showed no especial signs of joy at my return; but received me with a little grunt, which appeared to me to mean, “Ah, I thought he would hardly be fool enough to go.”  I told him how sorry I was for having in some way offended him; and he answered that I did well to grieve for one at least of my offences.  To this I made no reply, as behoves a man dealing with cross and fractious people; and presently he became better-tempered, and sent little Ruth for a bottle of wine.  She gave me a beautiful smile of thanks for my forbearance as she passed; and I knew by her manner that she would bring the best bottle in all the cellar.

As I had but little time to spare (although the days were long and light) we were forced to take our wine with promptitude and rapidity; and whether this loosened my uncle’s tongue, or whether he meant beforehand to speak, is now almost uncertain.  But true it is that he brought his chair very near to mine, after three or four glasses, and sent Ruth away upon some errand which seemed of small importance.  At this I was vexed, for the room always looked so different without her.

“Come, Jack,” he said, “here’s your health, young fellow, and a good and obedient wife to you.  Not that your wife will ever obey you though; you are much too easy-tempered.  Even a bitter and stormy woman might live in peace with you, Jack.  But never you give her the chance to try.  Marry some sweet little thing, if you can.  If not, don’t marry any.  Ah, we have the maid to suit you, my lad, in this old town of Dulverton.”

“Have you so, sir?  But perhaps the maid might have no desire to suit me.”

“That you may take my word she has.  The colour of this wine will prove it.  The little sly hussy has been to the cobwebbed arch of the cellar, where she has no right to go, for any one under a magistrate.  However, I am glad to see it, and we will not spare it, John.  After my time, somebody, whoever marries little Ruth, will find some rare wines there, I trow, and perhaps not know the difference.”