Put Yourself in His Place [133]
jealous in his turn. Yes, one eloquent gesture did that in a moment.
But the brave girl was too sensitive to prolong such a situation: the music recommenced at that moment, and she seized the opportunity, and retired to the room; she courtesied to Little at the window, and this time he had the sense to lift his hat to her.
The moment she entered the room Grace Carden slipped away from Mr. Coventry, and wound her way like a serpent through the crowd, and found Jael Dence at the door. She caught her by the arm, and pinched her. She was all trembling. Jael drew her up the stairs a little way.
"You have seen him out there?"
"Yes; and I--oh!"
"There! there. Think of the folk. Fight it down."
"I will. Go to him, and say I can't bear it. Him to stand there-- while those I don't care a pin for--oh, Jael, for pity's sake get him home to his mother."
"There, don't you fret. I know what to say."
Jael went down; borrowed the first shawl she could lay her hand on; hooded herself with it, and was across the road in a moment.
"You are to go home directly."
"Who says so?"
"She does."
"What, does she tell me to go away, and leave her to him?"
"What does that matter? her heart goes with you."
"No, no."
"Won't you take my word for it? I'm not given to lying."
"I know that. Oh, Jael, sweet, pretty, good-hearted Jael, have pity on me, and tell me the truth: is it me she loves, or that Coventry?"
"It is you."
"Oh, bless you! bless you! Ah, if I could only be sure of that, what wouldn't I do for her? But, if she loves me, why, why send me away? It is very cruel that so many should be in the same room with her, and HE should dance with her, and I must not even look on and catch a glimpse of her now and then. I won't go home."
"Ah!" said Jael, "you are like all the young men: you think only of yourself. And you call yourself a scholar of the good doctor's."
"And so I am."
"Then why don't you go by his rule, and put yourself in a body's place? Suppose you was in her place, master of this house like, and dancing with a pack of girls you didn't care for, and SHE stood out here, pale and sighing; and suppose things were so that you couldn't come out to her, nor she come in to you, wouldn't it cut you to the heart to see her stand in the street and look so unhappy--poor lad? Be good, now, and go home to thy mother. Why stand here and poison the poor young lady's pleasure--such as 'tis--and torment thyself." Jael's own eyes filled, and that proof of sympathy inclined Henry all the more to listen to her reason.
"You are wise, and good, and kind," he said. "But oh, Jael, I adore her so, I'd rather be in hell with her than in heaven without her. Half a loaf is better than no bread. I can't go home and turn my back on the place where she is. Yes, I'm in torments; but I see. They can't rob my EYES of her."
"To oblige HER!"
"Yes; I'll do anything to oblige HER. If I could only believe she loves me."
"Put it to the proof, if you don't believe me."
"I will. Tell her I'd much rather stay all night, and catch a glimpse of her now and then; but yet, tell her I'll go home, if she will promise me not to dance with that Coventry again."
"There is a condition!" said Jael.
"It is a fair one," said Henry, doggedly, "and I won't go from it."
Jael looked at him, and saw it was no use arguing the matter. So she went in to the house with his ultimatum.
She soon returned, and told him that Miss Grace, instead of being angry, as she expected, had smiled and looked pleased, and promised not to dance with Mr. Coventry nor any body else any more that night, "if he would go straight home and consult his beautiful mother." "Those were her words," said the loyal Dence. "She did say them twice over to make sure."
"God bless her!" cried Henry, warmly; "and bless you too, my best friend. I'll go this moment."
He cast a long, lingering look at the window, and went slowly down the street.
When he got home, his mother was still up and secretly anxious.
He sat
But the brave girl was too sensitive to prolong such a situation: the music recommenced at that moment, and she seized the opportunity, and retired to the room; she courtesied to Little at the window, and this time he had the sense to lift his hat to her.
The moment she entered the room Grace Carden slipped away from Mr. Coventry, and wound her way like a serpent through the crowd, and found Jael Dence at the door. She caught her by the arm, and pinched her. She was all trembling. Jael drew her up the stairs a little way.
"You have seen him out there?"
"Yes; and I--oh!"
"There! there. Think of the folk. Fight it down."
"I will. Go to him, and say I can't bear it. Him to stand there-- while those I don't care a pin for--oh, Jael, for pity's sake get him home to his mother."
"There, don't you fret. I know what to say."
Jael went down; borrowed the first shawl she could lay her hand on; hooded herself with it, and was across the road in a moment.
"You are to go home directly."
"Who says so?"
"She does."
"What, does she tell me to go away, and leave her to him?"
"What does that matter? her heart goes with you."
"No, no."
"Won't you take my word for it? I'm not given to lying."
"I know that. Oh, Jael, sweet, pretty, good-hearted Jael, have pity on me, and tell me the truth: is it me she loves, or that Coventry?"
"It is you."
"Oh, bless you! bless you! Ah, if I could only be sure of that, what wouldn't I do for her? But, if she loves me, why, why send me away? It is very cruel that so many should be in the same room with her, and HE should dance with her, and I must not even look on and catch a glimpse of her now and then. I won't go home."
"Ah!" said Jael, "you are like all the young men: you think only of yourself. And you call yourself a scholar of the good doctor's."
"And so I am."
"Then why don't you go by his rule, and put yourself in a body's place? Suppose you was in her place, master of this house like, and dancing with a pack of girls you didn't care for, and SHE stood out here, pale and sighing; and suppose things were so that you couldn't come out to her, nor she come in to you, wouldn't it cut you to the heart to see her stand in the street and look so unhappy--poor lad? Be good, now, and go home to thy mother. Why stand here and poison the poor young lady's pleasure--such as 'tis--and torment thyself." Jael's own eyes filled, and that proof of sympathy inclined Henry all the more to listen to her reason.
"You are wise, and good, and kind," he said. "But oh, Jael, I adore her so, I'd rather be in hell with her than in heaven without her. Half a loaf is better than no bread. I can't go home and turn my back on the place where she is. Yes, I'm in torments; but I see. They can't rob my EYES of her."
"To oblige HER!"
"Yes; I'll do anything to oblige HER. If I could only believe she loves me."
"Put it to the proof, if you don't believe me."
"I will. Tell her I'd much rather stay all night, and catch a glimpse of her now and then; but yet, tell her I'll go home, if she will promise me not to dance with that Coventry again."
"There is a condition!" said Jael.
"It is a fair one," said Henry, doggedly, "and I won't go from it."
Jael looked at him, and saw it was no use arguing the matter. So she went in to the house with his ultimatum.
She soon returned, and told him that Miss Grace, instead of being angry, as she expected, had smiled and looked pleased, and promised not to dance with Mr. Coventry nor any body else any more that night, "if he would go straight home and consult his beautiful mother." "Those were her words," said the loyal Dence. "She did say them twice over to make sure."
"God bless her!" cried Henry, warmly; "and bless you too, my best friend. I'll go this moment."
He cast a long, lingering look at the window, and went slowly down the street.
When he got home, his mother was still up and secretly anxious.
He sat