“We were glad, indeed,” she said, “when a letter was received from Richard Horton, saying that you were on board the Thetis.  Mr. Wilks tells me it was an abominably spiteful letter, and I am sure the squire thinks so, too, from the tone in which he spoke this afternoon about his nephew; but I can quite forgive him, for, if it had not been for his letter, we should not have known what had become of you, and many months might have passed before we might have heard from you in America.  As it is, only four or five days have been lost, and the squire is writing tonight to obtain your discharge, which he assures me there will be no difficulty whatever about.”

The squire’s was a very cordial letter, and he, too, enclosed notes for a hundred pounds.

“Mr. Wilks tells me,” he said, “that you do not like the thought of doctoring.  I am not surprised, and I think that a young fellow, of such spirit and courage as you have shown, ought to be fitted for something better than administering pills and draughts to the old women of Sidmouth.  Tell me frankly, when you write, what you would like.  You are, of course, too old for the royal navy.  If you like to enter the merchant service, I have no doubt I could arrange with some shipping firm in Bristol, and would take care that, by the time you get to be captain, you should also be part owner of the ship.  If, on the other hand, you would like to enter the army—­and it seems to me that there are stirring times approaching—­I think that, through one or other of my friends in London, I could obtain a commission for you.  If there is anything else you would like better than this, you may command my best services.  I never forget how much I am indebted to you for my present happiness, and, whatever I can do for you, still shall feel myself deeply your debtor.”

The old soldier wrote a characteristic letter.  In the first place, he told James that he regarded him as a fool, for mixing up in an affair in which he had no concern whatever.  Then he congratulated him on the fact that circumstances had broken the chain from which he would never otherwise have freed himself.

“You must not be angry with me,” he said, “for having betrayed your confidence, and told the truth to your mother.  I did it in order to console her, by showing her that things were, after all, for the best; and I must say that madam took my news in the very best spirit, and I am sure you will see this by her letter to you.  There is no one I honour and esteem more than I do her, and I was sure, all along, that you were making a mistake in not telling her frankly what your wishes were.  Now you have got a roving commission for a time, and it will be your own fault if you don’t make the best of it.  There is likely to be an exciting time in the colonies, and you are not the lad I take you for, if you dawdle away your time in the towns, instead of seeing what is going on in the forest.”

These letters filled James with delight, and, without an hour’s delay, he sat down to answer them.  In his letter to the squire he thanked him most warmly for his kindness, and said that, above all things, he should like a commission in the army.  He wrote a very tender and affectionate letter to his mother, telling her how much he felt her goodness in so promptly relinquishing her own plans, and in allowing him to choose the life he liked.