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At　dinner　there　was　a　new　patient；　very　mild　and　silent；　with　a　beautiful　large　brown　eye；　like　some　gentle　animal's。

Alfred　was　very　much　struck　with　this　eye；　and　contrived　to　say　a　kind　word　to　him　after　dinner。　Finding　himself　addressed　by　a　gentleman；　the　new　comer　handled　his　forelock　and　made　a　sea　scrape；　and　announced　himself　as　William　Thompson；　he　added　with　simple　pride；　〃Able　Seaman；〃　then　touching　his　forelock　again；　〃Just　come　aboard；　your　honour。〃　After　this；　which　came　off　glibly；　he　was　anything　but　communicative。　However；　Alfred　contrived　to　extract　from　him　that　he　was　rather　glad　to　leave　his　last　ship；　on　account　of　having　been　constantly　impeded　there　in　his　duties　by　a　set　of　lubbers；　that　clung　round　him　and　kept　him　on　deck　whenever　the　first　lieutenant　ordered　him　into　the　top。

The　very　next　day；　pacing　sadly　the　dull　gravel　of　his　prison　yard；　Alfred　heard　a　row；　and　there　was　the　able　seaman　struggling　with　the　Robin　and　two　other　keepers。　He　wanted　to　go　to　his　duties　in　the　foretop：　to　wit；　the　fork　of　a　high　elm…tree　in　the　court…yard。　Alfred　had　half　a　mind　not　to　interfere。　〃Who　cares　for　_my_　misery？〃　he　said。　But　his　better　nature　prevailed；　and　he　told　the　Robin　he　was　sure　going　up　imaginary　rigging　would　do　Thompson　more　good　than　harm。

On　this　the　men　reluctantly　gave　him　a　trial；　and　he　went　up　the　tree　with　wonderful　strength　and　agility；　but　evident　caution。　Still　Alfred　quaked　when　he　crossed　his　thighs　tight　over　a　limb　of　the　tree　forty　feet　from　earth；　and　went　carefully　and　minutely　through　the　whole　process　of　furling　imaginary　sails。　However；　he　came　down　manifestly　soothed　by　the　performance；　and；　singular　phenomenon；　he　was　quite　cool；　and　it　was　the　spectators　on　deck　who　perspired。

〃And　what　a　pleasant　voice　he　has；〃　said　Alfred；　〃it　quite　charms　my　ear；　it　is　not　like　a　mad　voice。　It　is　likeI'm　mad　myself。〃

〃And　he　has　got　a　fiddle；　and　plays　it　like　a　hangel；　by　all　accounts；〃　said　the　Robin；　〃only　he　won't　touch　it　but　when　he　has　a　mind。〃

At　night　Alfred　dreamed　he　heard　Julia's　sweet　mellow　voice　speaking　to　him；　and　he　looked；　and　lo！　it　was　the　able　seaman。　He　could　sleep　no　more；　but　lay　sighing。

Ere　the　able　seaman　had　been　there　three　days；　Mrs。　Dodd　came　unexpectedly　to　see　him；　and　it　was　with　the　utmost　difficulty　Alfred　was　smuggled　out　of　the　way。　Mrs。　Archbold　saw　by　her　loving　anxiety　these　visits　would　be　frequent；　and；　unless　Alfred　was　kept　constantly　locked　up；　which　was　repugnant　to　her；　they　would　meet　some　day。　She　knew　there　are　men　who　ply　the　trade　of　spies；　and　where　to　find　them；　she　set　one　of　them　to　watch　Mrs。　Dodd's　house；　and　learn　her　habits；　in　hopes　of　getting　some　clue　as　to　when　she　might　be　expected。

Now　it　so　happened　that；　looking　for　one　thing；　she　found　another　which　gave　her　great　hopes　and　courage。　And　then　the　sight　of　Alfred's　misery　tried　her　patience；　and　then　he　was　beginning　half　to　suspect　her　of　stopping　his　letters。　Passion；　impatience；　pity；　and　calculation；　all　drove　her　the　same　road；　and　led　to　an　extraordinary　scene；　so　impregnated　with　the　genius　of　the　madhousea　place　where　the　passions　run　out　to　the　very　end　of　their　tetherthat　I　feel　little　able　to　describe　it。　I　will　try　and　indicate　it。

One　fine　Sunday　afternoon；　then；　she　asked　Alfred　languidly　would　he　like　to　walk　in　the　country。

〃Would　I　like？　Ah；　don't　trifle　with　a　prisoner；〃　said　he　sorrowfully。

She　shook　her　head。　〃No；　no；　it　will　not　be　a　happy　walk。　Rooke；　who　hates　you；　is　to　follow　us　with　that　terrible　mastiff；　to　pull　you　down　if　you　try　to　escape。　I　could　not　get　Dr。　Wolf　to　consent　on　any　other　terms。　Alfred；　let　us　give　up　the　idea。　I　fear　your　rashness。〃

〃No；　no；　I　won't　try　to　escapefrom　you。　I　have　not　seen　a　blade　of　grass　this　six　months。〃

The　accomplished　dissembler　hesitated；　yielded。　They　passed　through　the　yard　and　out　at　the　back　door；　which　Alfred　had　so　often　looked　wistfully　at；　and　by…and…by　reached　a　delicious　pasture。　A　light　golden　haze　streamed　across　it。　Nature　never　seemed　so　sweet；　so　divine；　to　Alfred　before；　the　sun　as　bright　as　midsummer；　though　not　the　least　hot；　the　air　fresh；　yet　genial；　and　perfumed　with　Liberty　and　the　smaller　flowers　of　earth。　Beauty　glided　rustling　by　his　side；　and　dark　eyes　subdued　their　native　fire　into　softness　whenever　they　turned　on　him；　and　scarce　fifty　yards　in　the　rear　hung　a　bully　and　a　mastiff　ready　to　tear　him　down　if　he　should　break　away　from　beauty's　light　hand；　that　rested　so　timidly　on　his。　He　was　young；　and　stout…hearted；　and　relished　his　peep　of　liberty　and　nature；　though　blotted　by　Vulcan　and　Rooke。　He　chatted　to　Mrs。　Archbold　in　good　spirits。　She　answered　briefly；　and　listlessly。

　At　last　she　stopped　under　a　young　chestnut…tree　as　if　overcome　with　a　sudden　reflection；　and　turning　half　away　from　him　leaned　her　head　and　hand　upon　a　bough；　and　sighed。　The　attitude　was　pensive　and　womanly。　He　asked　her　with　innocent　concern　what　was　the　matter；　then　faintly　should　he　take　her　home。　All　her　answer　was　to　press　his　hand　with　hers　that　was　disengaged；　and；　instead　of　sighing；　to　cry。

The　novice　in　woman's　wiles　set　himself　to　comfort　herin　vain；　to　question　herin　vain　at　first；　but　by　degrees　she　allowed　him　to　learn　that　it　was　for　him　she　mourned；　and　so　they　proceeded　on　the　old；　old　plan；　the　man　extorting　from　the　woman　bit　by　bit　just　so　much　as　she　wanted　all　along　to　say；　and　would　have　poured　in　a　stream　if　let　quite　alone。

He　drew　from　his　distressed　friend　that　Dr。　Wolf　for　reasons　of　his　own　had　made　special　inquiries　about　the　Dodds；　that　she　had　fortunately　or　unfortunately　heard　of　this；　and　had　questioned　the　person　employed；　hoping　to　hear　something　that　might　comfort　Alfred。　〃Instead　of　that；〃　said　she；　〃I　find　Miss　Dodd　is　like　most　girls；　out　of　sight　is　out　of　mind　with　her。〃

〃What　do　you　mean？〃　said　Alfred；　trembling　suddenly。

〃Do　not　ask　me。　What　a　weak　fool　I　was　to　let　you　see　I　was　unhappy　for　you。〃

〃The　truth　is　the　truth；〃　gasped　Alfred；　〃tell　me　at　once。〃

〃Must　I？　I　am　afraid　you　will　hate　me；　for　I　should　hate　any　one　who　told　me　your　faults。　Well；　thenif　I　must　Miss　Dodd　has　a　beau。〃

〃It　is　a　lie！〃　cried　Alfred　furiously。

〃I　wish　it　was。　But　she　has　two　in　fact；　both　of　them　clergymen。　However；　one　seems　the　favourite；　at　least　they　are　engaged　to　be　married；　it　is　Mr。　Hurd；　the　curate　of　the　parish　she　lives　in。　By　what　I　hear　she　is　one　of　the　religious　ones；　so　perhaps　that　has　brought　the　pair　to　an　understanding。〃

At　these　words　a　cold　sickness　rushed　all　over　Alfred；　beginning　at　his　heart。　He　stood　white　and　stupefied　a　moment；　then；　in　the　anguish　of　his　heart；　broke　out　into　a　great　and　terrible　cry；　it　was　like　a　young　lion　wounded　with　a　poisoned　shaft。

Then　he　was　silent；　and　stood　stock　still；　like　petrified　despair。

Mrs。　Archbold　was　prepared　for　an　outburst：　but　not　of　this　kind。　His　anguish　was　so　unlike　a　woman's　that　it　staggered　her。　Her　good　and　bad　angels；　to　use　an　expressive　though　somewhat　too　poetical　phrase；　battled　for　her。　She　had　an　impulse　to　earn　his　gratitude　for　life；　to　let　him　out　of　the　asylum　ere　Julia　should　be　Mrs。　Hurd；　and　even　liberty　come　too　late　for　true　love。　She　looked　again　at　the　statue　of　grief　by　her　side；　and　burst　out　crying　in　earnest。

This　was　unfortunate。　Shallow　pity　exuding　in　salt　water　leaves　not　enough　behind　to　gush　forth　in　good　deeds。

She　only　tried　to　undo　her　own　work　in　part；　to　comfort　him　a　little　with　commonplaces。　She　told　him　in　a　soothing　whisper　there　were　other　women　in　the　world　besides　this　inconstant　girl；　others　who　could　love　him　as　he　deserved。

He　made　no　answer　to　all　she　could　say；　but　just　waved　his　hand　once　impatiently。　Petty　consolation　seemed　to　sting　him。

She　drew　back　discouraged；　but　only　for　a　while。　He　was　silent。

With　one　grand　serpentine　movement　she　came　suddenly　close　to　him；　and；　standing　half　behind　him；　laid　her　hand　softly　on　his　shoulder；　and　poured　burning　love　in　his　ear。　〃Alfred；〃　she　murmured；　〃we　are　both　unhappy；　let　us　comfort　one　another。　I　had　pity　on　you　at　Silverton　House；　I　pity　you　now：　pity　_me_　a　little　in　turn：　take　me　out　of　this　dreadful　house；　out　of　this　revolting　life；　and　let　me　be　with　you。　Let　me　be　your　housekeeper；　your　servant；　your　slave。　This　news　that　has　shocked　you　so　has　torn　the　veil　from　my　eyes。　I　thought　I　had　cooled　my　love　down　to　friendship　and　tender　esteem；　but　no；　now　I　see　you　as　unhappy　as　myself；　now　I　can　speak　and　wrong　no　one；　I　own　Ioh　Alfred　my　heart　burns　for　you；　bleeds　for　you；　yearns　for　you；　sickens　for　you；　dies　for　you。〃

〃Oh；　hush！　hush！　Mrs。　Archbold。　You　are　saying　things　you　will　blush　for　the　next　moment。〃

〃I　blush　now；　but　cannot　hush；　I　have　gone　too　far。　And　your　happiness　as　well　as　mine　is　at　stake。　No　young　girl　can　understand　or　value　such　a　man　as　you　are：　but　I；　like　you；　have　suffered；　I；　like　you；　am　constant；　I；　like　you；　am　warm　and　tender；　at　my　age　a　woman's　love　is　bliss　to　him　who　can　gain　it；　and　I　love　you　with　all　my　soul；　Alfred。　I　worship　the　ground　you　walk　on；　my　sweet；　sweet　boy。　Say　you　the　word；　dearest；　and　I　will　bribe　the　servants；　and　get　the　keys；　and　sacrifice　my　profession　for　ever　to　give　you　liberty　（see　how　sweet　the　open　face　of　nature　is；　sweeter　than　anything　on　earth；　but　love）；　and　all　I　ask　is　a　little；　little　of　your　heart　in　return。　Give　me　a　chance　to　make　you　mine　for　ever；　and；　if　I　fail；　treat　me　as　I　shall　deserve；　desert　me　at　once；　and　then　I'll　never　reproach　you；　I'll　only　die　for　you；　as　I　have　lived　for　you　ever　since　I　first　saw　your　heavenly　face。〃

The　passionate　woman　paused　at　last；　but　her　hot　cheek　and　heaving　bosom　and　tender　convulsive　hand　prolonged　the　pleading。

I　am　afraid　few　men　of　her　own　age　would　have　resisted　her；　for　voice　and　speech　and　all　burning；　melting；　and　winning；　and　then；　so　reasonable；　lads；　she　did　not　stipulate　for　constancy。

But　Alfred　turned　round　to　her　blushing　and　sorrowful。　〃For　shame！〃　he　said；　〃this　is　not　love：　you　abuse　that　sacred　word。　Indeed；　if　you　had　ever　really　loved；　you　would　have　pitied　me　and　Julia　long　ago；　and　respected　our　love；　and　saved　us　by　giving　me　my　freedom　long　ago。　I　am　not　a　fool：　d