‘I promise,’ said Tom.

’And mind you write to me, Tom, and tell how you get on.  I’ll write, and let you know about your grandfather, and Marksedge news and all—­ ’

The ‘Thank you, my Lord,’ came with great pleasure and alacrity.

’Some day, when you are a foreman, perhaps I may bring Miss Clara to see copper-smelting.  Only mind, that you’ll never go on soundly, nor even be fit to make your pretty tidy nest for any gentle bird, unless you mind one thing most of all; and that is, that we have had a new Life given us, and we have to begin now, and live it for ever and ever.’

As he raised himself, holding out his pale, slender hand from his white sleeve, his clear blue eyes earnestly fixed on the sky, his face all one onward look, something of that sense of the unseen passed into the confused, turbulent spirit of the boy, very susceptible of poetical impressions, and his young lord’s countenance connected itself with all the floating notions left in his mind by parable or allegory.  He did not speak, as Louis heartily shook his hardy red hand, and bade him good speed, but his bow and pulled forelock at the door had in them more of real reverence than of conventional courtesy.

Of tastes and perceptions above his breeding, the very sense of his own deficiencies had made him still more rugged and clownish, and removed him from the sympathies of his own class, while he almost idolized the two most refined beings whom he knew, Lord Fitzjocelyn and Charlotte Arnold.  On an interview with her, his heart was set.  He had taken leave of his half-childish grandfather, made up his bundle, and marched into Northwold, with three hours still to spare ere the starting of the parliamentary train.  Sympathy, hope, resolution, and the sense of respectability had made another man of him; and, above all, he dwelt on the prospect held out of repairing the deficiencies of his learning.  The consciousness of ignorance and awkwardness was very painful, and he longed to rub it off, and take the place for which he felt his powers.  ‘I will work!’ thought he; ’I have a will to it, and, please God, when I come back next, it won’t be as a rough, ignorant lout that I’ll stand before Charlotte!’

‘Louis,’ said Mary Ponsonby, as she sat at work beside him that afternoon, after an expedition to the new house at Dynevor Terrace, ’I want to know, if you please, how you have been acting like a gentleman.’

‘I did not know that I had been acting at all of late.’

’I could not help hearing something in Aunt Catharine’s garden that has made me very curious.’

‘Ha!’ cried Louis, eagerly.

’I was sowing some annuals in our back garden, and heard voices through the trellis.  Presently I heard, quite loud, ’My young Lord has behaved like a real gentleman, as he is, and no mistake, or I’d never have been here now.’  And, presently, ’I’ve promised him, and I promise you, Charlotte, to keep my Church, and have no more to do with them things.  I’ll keep it as sacred as they keeps the Temperance pledge; for sure I’m bound to him, as he forgave me, and kept my secret as if I’d been his own brother:  and when I’ve proved it, won’t that satisfy you, Charlotte?’