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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Gold that Glitters, by Emily Sarah Holt
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+Title: The Gold that Glitters
+       The Mistakes of Jenny Lavender
+
+Author: Emily Sarah Holt
+
+Illustrator: W.O.E. Evans
+
+Release Date: April 27, 2007 [EBook #21234]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GOLD THAT GLITTERS ***
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+Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
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+
+The Gold that Glitters
+The Mistakes of Jenny Lavender
+
+By Emily Sarah Holt
+________________________________________________________________________
+The action in this little book comes just at the point in British
+History where Charles the First had been executed, and his son and heir
+was on the run.  The famous incident where Colonel Lane hides the young
+King up in an oak tree was recently past.
+
+Young Jenny is a sixteen-year-old living on a farm, but she has reached
+the age where so many teenagers have disagreements with their parents,
+and she decides to find a way to leave home.  So she takes a job as a
+lady's maid in Colonel Lane's household, which of course is a bit of a
+snub to her as she is treated in the servants' hierarchy as so low she
+is not even allowed to speak at meals.  Eventually she finds that she is
+learning to handle these conventions, and is even quite enjoying her
+work.  But one day the Lane family decide they must leave Britain, and
+go to France, so Jenny is to get her notice.  The book is not long, and
+there is not room in it for many developments, but she does eventually
+go back home, where everyone is very glad to have her back, not least
+her boy-friend. NH
+________________________________________________________________________
+
+THE GOLD THAT GLITTERS
+THE MISTAKES OF JENNY LAVENDER
+
+BY EMILY SARAH HOLT
+
+
+
+CHAPTER ONE.
+
+JENNY PREPARES TO GO A-JOURNEYING.
+
+"Jenny, my dear maid, thou wilt never fetch white meal out of a sack of
+sea-coal."  Jenny tossed her head.  It would have been a nice little
+brown head, if it had not been quite so fond of tossing itself.  But
+Jenny was just sixteen, and laboured under a delusion which besets young
+folks of that age--namely, that half the brains in the world had got
+into her head, and very few had been left in her grandmother's.
+
+"I don't know what you mean, Grandmother," said Jenny, as an
+accompaniment to that toss.
+
+"O Jenny, Jenny! what a shocking thing of you to say, when you knew what
+your grandmother meant as well as you knew your name was Jane Lavender!"
+
+"I rather think thou dost, my lass," said old Mrs Lavender quietly.
+
+"Well, I suppose you mean to run down Mr Featherstone," said Jenny,
+pouting.  "You're always running him down.  And there isn't a bit of use
+in it--not with me.  I like him, and I always shall.  He's such a
+gentleman, and always so soft-spoken.  But I believe you like that
+clod-hopper Tom Fenton, ever so much better.  I can't abide him."
+
+"There's a deal more of the feather than the stone about Robin
+Featherstone, lass.  If he be a stone, he's a rolling one.  Hasn't he
+been in three places since he came here?"
+
+"Yes, because they didn't use him right in none of 'em.  Wanted him to
+do things out of his place, and such like.  Why, at Hampstead Hall, they
+set him to chop wood."
+
+"Well, why not?" asked Mrs Lavender, knitting away.
+
+"Because it wasn't his place," answered Jenny, indignantly.  "It made
+his hands all rough, and he's that like a gentleman he couldn't stand
+it."
+
+"Tom Fenton would have done it, I shouldn't wonder."
+
+"As if it would have mattered to Tom Fenton, with his great red hands!
+They couldn't be no rougher than they are, if he chopped wood while
+Christmas.  Besides, it's his trade--wood-chopping is.  Mr
+Featherstone's some'at better nor a carpenter."
+
+"They're honest hands, if they are red, Jenny."
+
+"And he's a cast in his eyes."
+
+"Scarcely.  Anyhow, he's none in his heart."
+
+"And his nose turns up!"
+
+"Not as much as thine, Jenny."
+
+"Mine!" cried Jenny, in angry amazement, "Grandmother, what will you say
+next?  My nose is as straight as--as the church tower."
+
+"Maybe it is, in general, my lass.  But just now thou art turning it up
+at poor Tom."
+
+"`Poor Tom,' indeed!" said Jenny, in a disgusted tone.  "He'd best not
+come after me, or I'll `poor Tom' him.  I want none of him, I can tell
+you."
+
+"Well, Jenny, don't lose thy temper over Tom, or Robin either.  Thou'rt
+like the most of maids--they'll never heed the experience of old folks.
+If thou wilt not be `ruled by the rudder, thou must be ruled by the
+rock.'  `All is not gold that glitters,' and I'm afeard thou shalt find
+it so, poor soul!  But I can't put wisdom into thee; I can only pray the
+Lord to give it thee.  Be thy bags packed up?"
+
+"Ay," said Jenny, rather sulkily.
+
+"And all ready to set forth?"
+
+"There's just a few little things to see to yet."
+
+"Best go and see to them, then."
+
+Mrs Lavender knitted quietly on, and Jenny shut the door with a little
+more of a slam than it quite needed, and ran up to her own room, where
+she slept with her elder sister.
+
+"Jenny, thy bags are not locked," said her sister, as she came in.
+
+"Oh, let be, Kate, do!  Grandmother's been at me with a whole heap of
+her old saws, till I'm worn out.  I wish nobody had ever spoke one of
+'em."
+
+"What's the matter?"
+
+"Oh, she's at me about Robin Featherstone: wants me to give up keeping
+company with him, and all that.  Tom Fenton's her pattern man, and a
+pretty pattern he is.  I wouldn't look at him if there wasn't another
+man in Staffordshire.  Robin's a gentleman, and Tom's a clown."
+
+"I don't see how you are to give up Robin, when you are going into the
+very house where he lives."
+
+"Of course not.  'Tis all rubbish!  I wish old women would hold their
+tongues.  I'm not going to Bentley Hall to sit mewed up in my mistress'
+chamber, turning up the whites of my eyes, and singing Psalms through my
+nose.  I mean to lead a jolly life there, I can tell you, for all
+Grandmother.  It really is too bad of old folks, that can't knock about
+and enjoy their lives, to pen up young maids like so many sheep.  I
+shall never be young but once, and I want some pleasure in my life."
+
+"All right," said Kate lightly.  "I scarce think they turn up the whites
+of their eyes at Bentley Hall.  Have your fling, Jenny--only don't go
+_too_ far, look you."
+
+"I can take care of myself, thank you," returned Jenny scornfully.
+"Lock that striped bag for me, Kate, there's a darling; there's father
+calling downstairs."
+
+And Jenny ran off, to cry softly in a high treble to Kate, a minute
+afterwards--"Supper!"
+
+Supper was spread in the large kitchen of the farmhouse.  Jenny's father
+was a tenant farmer, his landlord being Colonel Lane, of Bentley Hall,
+and it was to be maid (or, as they said then, "lady's woman") to the
+Colonel's sister, that Jenny was going to the Hall.  Mrs Jane was much
+younger than her brother, being only six years older than Jenny herself.
+In the present day she would be called Miss Jane, but in 1651 only
+little girls were termed _Miss_.  Jenny had always been rather a pet,
+both with Mrs Lane and her daughter; for she was a bright child, who
+learned easily, and could repeat the Creed and the Ten Commandments as
+glibly as possible when she was only six years old.  Unhappily, lessons
+were apt to run out of Jenny's head as fast as they ran in, except when
+frequently demanded; but the Creed and the Commandments had to stay
+there, for every Saturday night she was called on to repeat them to her
+Grandmother, and every Sunday afternoon she had to say them at the
+catechising in church.  In Jenny's head, therefore, they remained; but
+down to Jenny's heart they never penetrated.
+
+It was only now that Mrs Jane was setting up a maid for herself.
+Hitherto she had been served by her mother's woman; but now she was
+going on a visit to some relatives near Bristol, and it was thought
+proper that she should have a woman of her own.  And when the question
+was asked where the maid should be sought, Mrs Jane had said at
+once--"Oh, let me have little Jenny Lavender!"
+
+Farmer Lavender was not quite so ready to let Jenny go as Mrs Jane was
+to ask it.  Bristol seemed to him a long way off, and, being a town,
+most likely a wicked place.  Those were days in which people made their
+wills before they took a journey of a hundred miles; and no wonder, when
+the roads were so bad that men had frequently to be hired to walk beside
+a gentleman's carriage, and give it a push to either side, when it
+showed an inclination to topple over; or oxen sometimes were fetched, to
+pull the coach out of a deep quagmire of mud, from which only one half
+of it was visible.  So Farmer Lavender shook his head, and said "he
+didn't know, no, he didn't, whether he'd let his little maid go."  But
+Mrs Jane was determined--and so was Jenny; and between them they
+conquered the farmer, though his old mother was on the prudent side.
+This was Friday, and Mrs Jane was to leave home on Tuesday; and on
+Saturday afternoon, Robert Featherstone, Colonel Lane's valet, whom
+Jenny thought such a gentleman, was to come for her and her luggage.
+
+If a gentleman be a man who never does any useful thing that he can
+help, then Mr Robin Featherstone was a perfect gentleman--much more so
+than his master, who was ready to put his hand to any work that wanted
+doing.  Mr Featherstone thought far more of his elegant white hands
+than the Colonel did of his, and oiled his chestnut locks at least three
+times as often.  He liked the Colonel's service, because he had very
+little to do, and there were plenty of people in the house as idle and
+feather-pated as himself.  Colonel Lane was in Robin's eyes a good
+master, though old Mrs Lavender thought him a bad one.  That is, he
+allowed his servants to neglect their work with very little censure, and
+took no notice of their employments during their leisure hours.  And
+Satan was not a bit less busy in 1651 than he is in 1895, in finding
+mischief for idle hands to do.  Leisure time is to a man what he chooses
+to make it--either a great blessing or a great curse.  And just then,
+for those who chose the last, the disturbed and unsettled state of the
+country offered particular opportunities.
+
+The war between the King and the Parliament was just over.  Charles the
+First had been beheaded at Whitehall nearly two years before; and though
+his son, Charles the Second, was still in England, fighting to recover
+his father's kingdom, it was pretty plainly to be seen that his struggle
+was a hopeless one.  The great battle of Worcester, which ended the long
+conflict, had been fought about three weeks before, and the young King
+had only just escaped with his life, through the bravery of his gallant
+troops, who made a desperate stand in the street, keeping the victors at
+bay while their commander fled to a place of concealment.
+
+The Cavaliers, as Charles's troops were called, had few virtues beyond
+their loyalty and courage.  After their dispersion at Worcester, they
+spread over the country in small parties, begging, stealing, or
+committing open ravages.  Many of the Parliamentary troops--not all--
+were grave, sensible, God-fearing men, who were only concerned to do
+what they believed was right and righteous.  Much fewer of the Cavaliers
+had any such aim, beyond their devotion to the monarchy, and their
+enthusiastic determination to uphold it.  They were mostly gay,
+rollicking fellows, with little principle, and less steadfastness, who
+squandered their money on folly, if nothing worse; and then helped
+themselves to other people's goods without any uneasiness of conscience.
+
+Colonel Lane was a Cavalier, and devoted to the King, and most of his
+tenants were Cavaliers also.  A few were Roundheads--staunch adherents
+of the Parliament; and a few more had no very strong convictions on
+either side, and while they chiefly preferred the monarchy, would have
+been content with any settlement which allowed them to live honest and
+peaceable lives.  Old Mrs Lavender belonged to this last class.  If
+asked which side she was on, she would have said, "For the King"; but in
+her heart she had no enmity to either.  Her son was a warmer politician;
+Jenny, being sixteen, was a much warmer still, and as Robin
+Featherstone, her hero, was a Cavalier, so of course was she.
+
+We have given the worthy farmer and his family a good while to sit down
+to supper, which that night included a kettle of furmety, a mermaid pie,
+and a taffaty tart.  What were they?  A very reasonable question,
+especially as to the mermaid pie, since mermaids are rather scarce
+articles in the market.  Well, a mermaid pie was made of pork and eels,
+and was terribly rich and indigestible; a taffaty tart was an apple-pie,
+seasoned with lemon-peel and fennel-seed; and the receipt for furmety--a
+very famous and favourite dish with our forefathers--I give as it stands
+in a curious little book, entitled, _The Compleat Cook_, printed in
+1683.
+
+"Take a quart of cream, a quarter of a pound of French barley, the
+whitest you can get, and boyl it very tender in three or four several
+waters, and let it be cold; then put both together.  Put into it a blade
+of mace, a nutmeg cut in quarters, a race of ginger cut in four or five
+pieces, and so let it boyl a good while, still stirring, and season it
+with sugar to your taste; then take the yolks of four eggs, and beat
+them with a little cream, and stir them into it, and so let it boyl a
+little after the eggs are in: then have ready blanched and beaten twenty
+almonds (kept from oyling), with a little rosewater; then take a boulter
+strainer, and rub your almonds with a little of your furmety through the
+strainer, but set on the fire no more: and stir in a little salt, and a
+little sliced nutmeg, pickt out of the great pieces of it, and put it in
+a dish, and serve it."
+
+The farmhouse family consisted only of Farmer Lavender, his mother, and
+his two daughters, Kate and Jenny.  But fifteen people sat down to
+supper: for the whole household, including the farmer's men down to the
+little lad who scared the crows, all ate together in the big kitchen.
+Mrs Lavender sat at the head of the table, the farmer at the other end,
+with Jenny on his right hand: for there was in the father's heart a very
+warm place for his motherless Jenny.
+
+"All ready to set forth, my lass?" he said gently--perhaps a little
+sadly.  "Yes, Father, all ready."
+
+"Art thou glad to go, child?"
+
+"I'd like well to see the world, Father."
+
+"Well, well!  I mind the time when I'd ha' been pleased enough to have
+thy chance, my lass.  Be a good girl, and forget not the good ways thy
+grandmother has learned thee, and then I cast no doubt thou'lt do well."
+
+Jenny assented with apparent meekness, inwardly purposing to forget them
+as fast as she could.  She ran into the garden when supper was over, to
+gather a nosegay, if possible, of the few flowers left at that time of
+year.  She was just tucking a bit of southernwood into her bodice, when
+a voice on the other side of the hedge said softly,--
+
+"Jenny."
+
+"Well, what do you want, Tom Fenton?" responded Jenny, in a tone which
+was not calculated to make her visitor feel particularly welcome.
+
+It was one of Jenny's standing grievances against Tom, that he would
+call her by her name.  Robin Featherstone called her plain "Mrs Jenny,"
+which pleased her vanity much better.
+
+"You're really going to-morrow, Jenny?"
+
+"Of course I am," said Jenny.
+
+"You'll forget me, like as not," said Tom, earnestly hoping to be
+contradicted.
+
+"Of course I shall," replied Jenny flippantly.
+
+"I wish you wouldn't, Jenny," said Tom, with a meek humility that should
+have disarmed Jenny's resentment, but only increased it.  Like many
+other foolish people, Jenny was apt to mistake pert speeches for
+cleverness, and gentleness for want of manly spirit.  "I wish you
+wouldn't, Jenny.  There isn't a soul as thinks as much of you as I do,
+not in all the country-side.  Nor there isn't one as 'll miss you like
+me."
+
+"I just wish you'd take up with somebody else, and give over plaguing
+me," said Jenny mercilessly.  "There's Ruth Merston, and Dolly Campion,
+and Abigail--"
+
+"I don't want ne'er a one on 'em," answered Tom, in a rather hurt tone.
+"I've never thought, not a minute, o' nobody but you, Jenny, not since
+we was a little lad and lass together.  I've always loved you, Jenny.
+Haven't you ne'er a kind word for me afore we part?  May be a long day
+ere we shall meet again."
+
+"I'm sure I hope it will," said Jenny, half vexed at Tom's pertinacity,
+and half amusing herself, for she thought it good fun to tease him.
+
+"Don't you care the least bit for me, Jenny, dear?"
+
+"No, I don't.  Why should I?"
+
+"But you used, Jenny, once.  Didn't you, now?  That day I brought you
+them blue ribbons you liked so well, you said--don't you mind what you
+said, dear heart?"
+
+"I said a deal o' nonsense, I shouldn't wonder.  Don't be a goose, Tom!
+You can't think to bind a girl to what she says when you give her blue
+ribbons."
+
+"I'd be bound to what I said, ribbons or no ribbons," said Tom firmly.
+"But I see how it is--it's that scented idiot, Featherstone, has come
+betwixt you and me.  O Jenny, my dear love, don't you listen to him!
+He'll not be bound to a word he says the minute it's not comfortable to
+keep it.  He'll just win your heart, Jenny, and then throw you o' one
+side like a withered flower, as soon as ever he sees a fresh one as
+suits him better.  My dear maid--"
+
+"I'm sure I'm mighty obliged to you, Mr Fenton!" said Jenny, really
+angry now.  "It's right handsome of you to liken me to a withered
+flower.  Mr Featherstone's a gentleman in a many of his ways, and
+that's more nor you are, and I wish you good evening."
+
+"Jenny, my dear, don't 'ee, now--"
+
+But Jenny was gone.
+
+Tom turned sorrowfully away.  Before he had taken two steps, he was
+arrested by a kindly voice.
+
+"You made a mistake, there, Tom," it said.  "But don't you lose heart;
+it isn't too bad to be got over."
+
+Tom stopped at once, and went back to the hedge, whence that kindly
+voice had spoken.
+
+"Is that you, Kate?" he said.
+
+"Ay," answered the voice of Jenny's sister.  Kate was not a very wise
+girl, but she was less flighty and foolish than Jenny; and she had a
+kind heart, which made her always wish to help anyone in trouble.  "Tom,
+don't be in a taking; but you've made a mistake, as I said.  You know
+not how to handle such a maid as Jenny."
+
+"What should I have said, Kate?  I'm fair beat out of heart, and you'll
+make me out of charity with myself if you tell me 'tis my own fault."
+
+"Oh, not so ill as that, Tom!  But next time she bids you go and take up
+with somebody else, just tell her you mean to do so, and `there are as
+good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.'  That's the way to tackle
+the likes of her; not to look struck into the dumps, and fetch sighs
+like a windmill."
+
+"But I don't mean it, Kate," said Tom, looking puzzled.
+
+"Oh, be not so peevish, Tom!  Can't you _say_ so?"
+
+"No," answered Tom, with sudden gravity; "I can't, truly.  I've alway
+looked for Jenny to be my wife one day, ever since I was as high as
+those palings; but I'll not win her by untruth.  There'd be no blessing
+from the Lord on that sort of work.  I can't, Kate Lavender."
+
+"Well, I never did hear the like!" exclaimed Kate.  "You can't think so
+much of Jenny as I reckoned you did, if you stick at nought in that
+way."
+
+"I think more of Jenny than of anyone else in the world, Kate, and you
+know it," said Tom, with a dignity which Kate could not help feeling.
+"But I think more yet of Him that's above the world.  No, no!  If ever I
+win Jenny--and God grant I may I--I'll win her righteously, not lyingly.
+I thank you for your good meaning, all the same."
+
+"Good even to you both!" said an old man's voice; and they turned to see
+the speaker coming down the lane.  He was a venerable-looking man, clad
+in a long brown coat, girt to him by a band of rough leather; his long,
+silvery hair fell over his shoulders, and under his arm was a large,
+clasped book, in a leather cover which had seen much service.
+
+"Uncle Anthony!" cried Tom.  "I knew not you were back.  Are you on your
+way up the hill?  Here, prithee, leave me carry your book.  Good even,
+Kate, and I thank you!"
+
+"Good even!" said Kate, with a nod to both; and Tom tucked the big book
+under his own arm, and went forward with the traveller.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER TWO.
+
+HOW JENNY FARED THE FIRST EVENING.
+
+"Well, for sure, Aunt Persis will be some fain to see you!" said Tom
+Fenton, as he and his uncle, old Anthony, went forward up the hill.
+"But whence come you, now, Uncle?  Are you very weary?  Eh, but I'm glad
+you've won home safe!"
+
+"God bless thee, my lad!  Ay, He's brought me home safe.  A bit
+footsore, to be sure, and glad enough of rest: but gladder to be
+suffered to do His will, and minister to His suffering servants.  Whence
+come I?  Well, from Kidderminster, to-day; but--"
+
+"Dear heart! but you never footed it all the way from Kidderminster?"
+
+"No, no, dear lad.  A good man gave me a lift for a matter o' eight
+miles or more.  But, dear me!  I mind the time I could ha' run nigh on a
+mile in five minutes, and ha' trudged my forty mile a day, nor scarce
+felt it.  I reckon, Tom, lad, thou'rt not so lissome as I was at thy
+years.  Well, to be sure!  'Tis all right; I'm only a good way nearer
+Home."
+
+They walked on together for a few minutes in silence.  Tom's thoughts
+had gone back from the momentary pleasure of welcoming his uncle, to
+whom he was greatly attached, to his sore disappointment about Jenny.
+
+"What is it, Tom?" said the old man quietly.
+
+"Oh, only a bit of trouble, Uncle.  Nought I need cumber you with."
+
+"Jenny Lavender?" was the next suggestion.
+
+"Ay.  I thought not you knew how I'd set my heart on her, ever since she
+was that high," said Tom, indicating a length of about a yard.  "I've
+never thought o' none but her all my life.  But she's that taken up with
+a sorry popinjay of a fellow, she'll not hear me now.  I'd always
+thought Jenny'd be my wife."
+
+Poor Tom's voice was very doleful, for his heart was sore.
+
+"Thou'd alway thought so," said the quiet voice.  "But what if the Lord
+thinks otherway, Tom?"
+
+Tom came to a sudden stop.
+
+"Uncle Anthony!  Eh, but you don't--" and Tom's words went no further.
+
+"My lad, thou'rt but a babe in Christ.  'Tisn't so many months since
+thou first set foot in the narrow way.  Dost thou think He means Jenny
+Lavender for thee, and that thy feet should run faster in the way of His
+commandments for having her running alongside thee?  Art thou well
+assured she wouldn't run the other way?"
+
+Old Anthony had spoken the truth.  Tom was but a very young Christian,
+of some six months' standing.  He had never dreamed of any antagonism
+arising between his love to Christ and his love to Jenny Lavender.
+Stay--had he not?  What was that faint something, without a name--a sort
+of vague uneasiness, which had seemed to creep over him whenever he had
+seen her during those months--a sense of incongruity between her light
+prattle and his own inmost thoughts and holiest feelings?  It was so
+slight that as yet he had never faced it.  He recognised now it was
+because his heart had refused to face it.  And conscience told him,
+speaking loudly this time, that he must hold back no longer.
+
+"Uncle Anthony," he said, in a troubled voice, "I'm sore afeard I've not
+set the Lord afore me in that matter.  I never saw it so afore.  But now
+you've set me on it, I can't deny that we shouldn't pull same way.  But
+what then?  Must I give her up?  Mayn't I pray the Lord to touch her
+heart, and give her to me, any longer?"
+
+The old man looked into the sorrowful eyes of the young man, whom he
+loved as dearly as if he had been his own son.
+
+"Dear lad," he said, "pray the Lord to bring her to Himself.  That's
+safe to be His will, for He willeth not the death of a sinner.  But as
+to giving her to thee, if I were thou, Tom, I'd leave that with Him.
+Meantime, thy way's plain.  `Be ye not unequally yoked together.'  The
+command's clear as daylight.  Never get a clog to thy soul.  Thou canst
+live without Jenny Lavender; but couldst thou live without Jesus
+Christ?"
+
+Tom shook his head, without speaking.
+
+"To tell truth, Tom, I'm not sorry she's going away.  Maybe the Lord's
+sending her hence, either to open her eyes and send her back weary and
+cloyed with the world she's going into so gaily now, or else to open
+thine, and show thee plain, stripped of outside glitter, the real thing
+she is, that thou mayest see what a sorry wife she would make to a
+Christian man.  No, I'm not sorry.  And unless I mistake greatly, Tom,
+the time's coming when thou shalt not be sorry neither.  In the
+meantime, `tarry thou the Lord's leisure.'  If He be the chief object of
+thy desire, thy desire is safe to be fulfilled.  `This is the will of
+God, even our sanctification.'"
+
+They turned to the left at the top of the hill, and went a few yards
+along the lane, to a little cottage embowered in ivy, which was
+Anthony's home.
+
+"Wilt thou come in, Tom, lad?"
+
+"No, Uncle, I thank you.  You've opened my eyes, but it's made 'em smart
+a bit too much to face the light as yet.  I'll take a sharp trudge over
+the moor, and battle it out with myself."
+
+"Take the Lord with thee, lad.  Satan'll have thee down if thou doesn't.
+He's strong and full o' wiles, and if he can't conquer thee in his
+black robe, he'll put on a white one.  There's no harm in thy saying to
+the Lord, `Lord, Thou knowest that I love Jenny Lavender'; but take care
+that it does not come before, `Lord, Thou knowest that I love _Thee_.'
+Maybe He's putting the same question to thee to-night, that He did to
+Peter at the lake-side."
+
+"Ay, ay, Uncle.  I'll not forget.  God bless thee!"
+
+Tom wrung old Anthony's hand, and turned away.
+
+One moment the old man paused before he went in.
+
+"Lord, Thou lovest the lad better than I do," he said, half aloud.  "Do
+Thy best for him!"
+
+Then he lifted the latch, and met a warm welcome from his wife Persis.
+
+"Mrs Jenny, your servant!" said the smooth tones of Robin Featherstone
+at the farmhouse door, about twenty hours later.  "The horse awaits your
+good pleasure, and will only be less proud to bear you than I shall to
+ride before you."
+
+Jenny's silly little heart fluttered at the absurd compliment.
+
+"Farewell, Grandmother," she said, going up to the old lady.  "Pray,
+your blessing."
+
+Old Mrs Lavender laid her trembling hand on the girl's head.
+
+"May God bless thee, my maid, and make thee a blessing!  I have but one
+word for thee at the parting, and if thou wilt take it as thy motto for
+life, thou mayest do well.  `Look to the end.'  Try the ground afore
+thou settest down thy foot.  `Many a cloudy morrow turneth out a fair
+day,' and `'tis ill to get in the hundred and lose in the shire.'  So
+look to the end, Jenny, and be wise in time.  `All that glittereth is
+not gold,' and all gold does not glitter, specially when folk's eyes be
+shut.  We say down in my country, `There's a hill against a stack all
+Craven through,' and thou'lt find it so.  God keep thee!"
+
+Jenny's father gave her a warm embrace and a hearty blessing, and his
+hand went to his eyes as he turned to Robin Featherstone.
+
+"Fare you well, Robin," said he, "and have a care of my girl."
+
+The elegant Mr Featherstone laid his hand upon that portion of his
+waistcoat which was supposed to cover his heart.
+
+"Mr Lavender, it will be the pride of my heart to serve Mrs Jenny,
+though it cost my life."
+
+He sprang on the brown horse, and Jenny, helped by her father, mounted
+the pillion behind him.  Women very seldom rode alone at that day.
+
+Kate ran after them, as they started, with an old shoe in her hand,
+which she delivered with such good (or bad) effect that it hit the horse
+on the ear, and made it shy.  Happily, it was a sedate old quadruped,
+not given to giddy ways, and quickly recovered itself.
+
+"Good luck!" cried Kate, as they rode away.
+
+A second horse followed, ridden by one of Colonel Lane's stable-boys,
+carrying Jenny's two bags.
+
+It was not a mile from the farm to Bentley Hall, and they were soon in
+the stable-yard, where Jenny alighted, and was taken by Featherstone
+into the servants' hall, where with another complimentary flourish he
+introduced her to the rest of the household.
+
+"My lords and ladies, I have the honour to present to you the Lady Jane
+Lavender."
+
+"Now you just get out of my way, with your lords and ladies," said the
+cook, pushing by them.  "Good even, Jenny.  We've seen Jenny Lavender
+afore, every man jack of us."
+
+Mr Featherstone got out of the way without much delay, for the cook had
+a gridiron in his hand, and he had been known before now to box
+somebody's ears with that instrument.
+
+He recovered his dignity as soon as he could, and suggested that Jenny
+should go up to the chamber of her new mistress.
+
+"Maybe Mrs Millicent should be pleased to take her," he said, making a
+low bow to Mrs Lane's maid.
+
+"She knows her way upstairs as well as I do," answered Millicent
+bluntly.  "Have done with your airs, Robin! and prithee don't put Jenny
+up to 'em.
+
+"Now, Jenny, you run up and wait for Mrs Jane; she'll be there in a
+minute, most like.  You can hang your hood and cloak behind the door."
+
+There were no bonnets in those days, nor shawls; women wore hoods or
+tall hats on their heads when they went out, and cloaks in cold weather;
+when it was warm they merely tied on a muslin or linen tippet, fastening
+it with a bow of ribbon at the throat.
+
+The gown sleeves then came down mostly to the wrist; but sometimes only
+to the elbows, where they were finished with a little frill.  How the
+neck was covered, in the house, depended on its owner's notions.  If she
+were gay and fashionable, it was not covered at all.  But if she were
+sensible and quiet, she generally wore the same kind of muslin tippet
+that was used on warm days out of doors.  Old women sometimes wore the
+close frill round the neck, which had been used in Queen Elizabeth's
+time; but this was quite gone out of fashion for younger ones.
+
+Mrs Jane's room was empty.  Jenny knew her way to it well enough, for
+she had often been there before; but her heart beat high when she saw
+something in the corner that had never been there before--a neat, little
+low bed, covered with a quilt of coarse, padded blue silk.  That was for
+Jenny, as Jenny knew.  The room was long, low, and somewhat narrow.
+Four windows, so close together as to have the effect of one, ran along
+the whole length of one end, filled with small diamond-shaped panes of
+greenish glass.
+
+In the midst of these stood a toilet-table, whereon were a number of
+pots and boxes, the uses of which were as yet unknown to the new maid.
+The large bed was hung with flowered cherry-coloured satin; an inlaid
+chair, filled with cushions, stood before the fireplace, and a small
+Turkey carpet lay in front of it.
+
+Jenny stood contemplating everything, with a sense of great elation to
+think that her place henceforward would be in the midst of all this
+comfort and grandeur.  Suddenly a quick step ran up the polished
+staircase, the door opened, and a young lady made her made her
+appearance.
+
+Her description will serve for the ladies of that day in general.
+
+Her skirt came just down to the foot, and was moderately full; it was
+made of green satin.  Over this was the actual gown, of tawny or
+yellowish-brown silk, trimmed with silver lace.  The skirt was open in
+front, and was bunched up all round so as barely to reach the knees.
+The bodice, which was tight to the figure, was laced up in front with
+silver; it was cut low on the neck, and over it was a tippet of clear
+muslin, tied with green ribbon to match the skirt.  The sleeves were
+slightly fulled, and were finished by very deep cuffs of similar muslin,
+midway between the wrist and the elbow.  The young lady's hair was
+dressed in a small knob behind; it came a little over the forehead at
+the front in a point, and flowed down at the sides in slender ringlets.
+
+"Oh, Jenny, are you come?  That is right," said she.
+
+"Yes, madam, to serve you," answered Jenny, dropping a courtesy.
+
+"Very good.  Here, pick up these pins, and put them into that box.  You
+must learn to dress me, and dress my hair.  Dear me, you have all to
+learn!  Well, never mind; the best woman living had to begin once."
+
+"Yes, madam," said smiling Jenny.
+
+Mrs Jane sat down before the toilet-table, and with more rapidity than
+Jenny could well follow, showed her the articles upon it, and the uses
+for which they were designed.
+
+"Here is pearl powder; that is for my forehead.  This is rouge, for my
+cheeks and lips.  Now, mind what you do with them!  Don't go and put the
+white powder on my cheeks, and the red upon my nose!  This is pomatum
+for my hair; and this empty box holds my love-locks (you'll have to
+learn how to put those in, Jenny); in this bottle is a wash for my face.
+I don't dye my hair, nor use oils for my hands--one must draw the line
+somewhere.  But the other matters you must learn to apply."
+
+Jenny listened in silent amazement.  She had never realised till that
+moment what an artificial flower her young mistress was.
+
+Her own cosmetics were soap and water; and she was divided between
+disgust and admiration at the number of Mrs Jane's beautifiers.  Poor
+Jenny had no idea that Mrs Jane used a very moderate amount of them, as
+contrasted with most fashionable ladies of her day.
+
+"I must have a word with you, Jenny, as to your manners," said Mrs
+Jane, more gravely.  "I can't do to have you falling in love with
+anybody.  It would be very inconvenient, and, in fact, there's nobody
+here for you.  Remember _now_, you are above Featherstone and all the
+men-servants; and you must not set your cap at the chaplain, because
+he's Mrs Millicent's property."
+
+Above that elegant gentleman, Mr Featherstone!  Jenny felt as if she
+trod on perfumed air.  She was not in the least surprised to be told
+that she was not to marry the chaplain; the family chaplain, of whom
+there was one in every family of any pretension, was considered a poor
+mean creature, whose natural wife was the lady's maid; and Jenny quite
+understood that Mrs Millicent took precedence of her.
+
+"You take your seat at table, Jenny, next below Mrs Millicent.  Of
+course you know you are not to speak there?  If any one should have such
+ill-manners as to address you, you must answer quite respectfully, but
+as short as possible.  Well, now to tell you your duties.  You rise
+every morning at five of the clock; dress quietly, and when you are
+ready, wake me, if I have not woke sooner.  Then you dress me, go with
+me to prayers in the chapel, then to breakfast in the hall; in the
+morning (when I am at home) you follow me about in my duties in the
+kitchen, stillroom, and dairy; you help me to see to the poultry, get up
+my muslins and laces, and mend my clothes.  In the afternoon you go out
+visiting with me, work tapestry, embroider, or spin.  In the evening, if
+there be music or dancing, you can join; if not, you keep to your
+needle."
+
+Jenny courtesied, and meekly "hoped she should do her duty."  Some
+portions of this duty, now explained to her, were sufficiently to her
+taste; others sounded very uninteresting.  These were the usual services
+expected from a lady's maid two hundred years ago.
+
+"Very well," said Mrs Jane, looking round.  "I think that is all at the
+present.  If I think of any other matter, I will mention it.  Now ring
+that little bell on the side-table, and Millicent shall give you your
+first lesson in dressing my hair."
+
+Jenny found that first lesson a trial.  Millicent was quick and precise;
+she gave her instructions almost sharply, and made little allowance for
+Jenny's ignorance and inaptitude.
+
+She seemed to expect her to know what to do without being told, or at
+the utmost to need only once telling.  Jenny found it necessary to have
+all her wits about her, and began to think that her new situation was
+not quite so perfect a Paradise as she had supposed it.
+
+From this exercise they went down to supper in the hall, where Jenny
+found herself placed at the higher table between Millicent and the
+steward--a stiff, silent, elderly man, who never said a word to her all
+supper-time.  Robin Featherstone sat at the lower table; for the two
+tables made the only distinction between the family and the household,
+who all ate together in the hall.
+
+The next discovery was that she must never ask for a second helping, but
+must take what was given her and be content.  Accustomed to the freedom
+and plenty of the farmhouse kitchen, Jenny sadly felt the constraint of
+her new life.  She was obliged to fall back for her consolation on the
+pleasure of her elevation above all her old associates.  It was rather
+poor fare.
+
+When, after assisting Mrs Jane to undress, with sundry snubbings from
+Millicent, and some not ill-natured laughter from her young mistress at
+Jenny's blunders, she was at last free to lie down to rest herself, she
+was conscious of a little doubt, whether the appellation of "Mrs
+Jenny," the higher place at the table, and the distinction of being
+nobody in the drawing-room, were quite as agreeable as plenty to eat and
+drink, and liberty to run into the garden, dance and sing whenever she
+chose to do so.
+
+The Sunday which followed was spent as the Holy Day was wont to be spent
+by Cavalier families who were respectable and not riotous.
+
+The Lanes were members of the Church of England, but the Church had been
+abolished, so far as it lay in the power of those in authority at that
+time.  Many of the clergy were turned out of their livings--it cannot be
+denied that some of them had deserved it--and the Book of Common Prayer
+was stringently suppressed.  No man dared to use it now, except
+secretly.  Those solemn and beautiful prayers, offered up by many
+generations, and endeared to their children as only childhood's memories
+can endear, might not be uttered, save in fear and trembling, in the
+dead of night, or in hushed whispers in the day-time.
+
+Early in the morning, before the world was astir, a few of Colonel
+Lane's family met the chaplain in the private chapel, and there in low
+voices the morning prayers were read, and the responses breathed.  There
+was no singing nor chanting; that would have been too much to dare.  The
+men who had themselves suffered so much for holding secret conventicles,
+and preferring one style of prayer to another, now drove their
+fellow-countrymen into the very same acts, and imposed on them the same
+sufferings.
+
+This secret service over, the family met at breakfast, after which they
+drove in the great family coach to Darlaston Church.  The present Vicar,
+if he may so be termed, was an independent minister.  These ministers,
+who alone were now permitted to minister, were of three kinds.
+
+Some were true Christians--often very ripely spiritual ones--who
+preached Christ, and let politics alone.  Another class were virulent
+controversialists, who preached politics, and too often let Christianity
+alone.  And a third consisted of those concealed Jesuits whom Rome had
+sent over for the purpose of stirring up dissension, some of whom
+professed to be clergy of the Church, and some Nonconformists.
+
+The gentleman just now officiating at Darlaston belonged to the second
+class.  His sermon was a violent diatribe against kings in general, and
+"Charles Stuart" in particular, to which the few Royalists in his
+congregation had to listen with what patience they might.
+
+Jenny Lavender did not carry away a word of it.  Her head was full of
+the honour and glory of driving in the Bentley Hall coach (wherein she
+occupied the lowest seat by the door), and of sitting in the Bentley
+Hall pew.
+
+She only hoped that Ruth Merston and Dolly Campion, and all the other
+girls of her acquaintance, were there to see her.
+
+They drove back in the same order.  Then came dinner.
+
+As Jenny took her seat at the table she perceived that a stranger was
+present, who sat on the right hand of Mrs Lane, and to whom so much
+deference was paid that she guessed he must be somebody of note.  He was
+dressed in a suit of black plush, slashed with yellow satin, and a black
+beaver hat; for gentlemen then always wore their hats at dinner.  His
+manners charmed Jenny exceedingly.  Whenever he spoke to either of the
+ladies, he always lifted his plumed hat for a moment.  Even her model
+gentleman, Robin Featherstone, had never treated her with that courtesy.
+
+Jenny was still further enchanted when she heard Mrs Lane say to him,
+"My Lord."
+
+So interested and excited was she that she actually presumed to ask
+Millicent, in a whisper, who the stranger was.  Millicent only
+demolished her by a look.  The steward, on the other side of Jenny, was
+more accommodating.
+
+"That is my Lord Wilmot," he said; "an old friend of the Colonel."
+
+Jenny would have liked to ask a dozen questions, but she did not dare.
+She already expected a scolding from Millicent, and received it before
+an hour was over.
+
+"How dare you, Jane Lavender," demanded Jenny's superior officer, "let
+your voice be heard at the Colonel's table?"
+
+"If you please, Mrs Millicent," answered Jenny, who was rather
+frightened, "I think only Mr Wright heard it."
+
+"You think!  Pray, what business have you to think?  Mrs Jane does not
+pay you for thinking, I'm sure."
+
+Jenny was too much cowed to say what she thought--that Mrs Jane did not
+pay her extra to hold her tongue.  She only ventured on a timid
+suggestion that "they talked at the lower table."
+
+"Don't quote the lower table to me, you vulgar girl!  You deserve to be
+there, for your manners are not fit for the upper.  Everybody knows the
+lower table is only for the household"--a word which then meant the
+servants--"but those who sit at the upper, and belong to the family,
+must hold their tongues.  If we did not, strangers might take us for the
+gentlewomen."
+
+Jenny silently and earnestly wished they would.
+
+"Now then, go into the parlour and behave yourself!" was the concluding
+order from Millicent.
+
+Poor Jenny escaped into the parlour, with a longing wish in her heart
+for the old farmhouse kitchen, where nobody thought of putting a lock
+upon her lips.  She felt she was buying her dignities very dear.
+
+What was she to do all this long Sunday afternoon?  Being Sunday, of
+course she could not employ herself with needlework; and though she was
+fond of music, and was a fairly good performer on the virginals, she did
+not dare to make a noise.
+
+She was not much of a reader, and if she had been, there were no books
+within her reach but the Bible and a cookery book, on the former of
+which, for private reading, Jenny looked as a mere precursor of the
+undertaker.
+
+Sunday afternoon and evening, at the farmhouse, were the chief times of
+the week for enjoyment.  There were sure to be visitors, plenty of talk
+and music, and afterwards a dance: for only the Puritans regarded the
+Sabbath as anything but a day for amusement, after morning service was
+over.  Farmer Lavender, though a sensible and respectable man in his
+way, was not a Puritan; and though his mother did not much like Sunday
+dancing, she had not set her face so determinately against it as to
+forbid it to the girls.
+
+The long use of _The Book of Sports_, set forth by authority, and
+positively compelling such ways of spending the Sabbath evening, had
+blunted the perception of many well-meaning people.  The idea was that
+people must amuse themselves, or they would spend their leisure time in
+plotting treason! and the rulers having been what we should call
+Ritualists, they considered that the holiness of the day ended when
+Divine service was over, and people were thenceforward entitled to do
+anything they liked.  Yet there in the Bible was the Lord's command to
+"turn away from doing their pleasure on His holy day."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER THREE.
+
+THE GOLD THAT GLITTERS.
+
+Jenny, crushed by Millicent, crept into a corner of the parlour, from
+which she amused herself in the only way she could find--watching the
+family and their guest, Lord Wilmot.  They sat in the bay window,
+conversing in low tones, a few words now and then reaching Jenny in her
+corner, but only just enough to give her an idea that they were speaking
+of the young fugitive King, and of the sore straits to which he might be
+reduced.  His stay at Boscobel House, and his subsequent adventure in
+the oak, so well known in future years, were discussed at length, for it
+was only a few days since they had happened.
+
+"What a mercy the leaves were on the trees!" said Mrs Lane.
+
+"Ay, in very deed," replied the Colonel.  "Had the boughs been bare, His
+Majesty had been taken without fail."
+
+"I saw him two days gone," added Lord Wilmot, "and a sorry sight he was:
+his dress a leather doublet, with pewter buttons; a pair of old green
+breeches and a coat of the same; his own stockings, the embroidered tops
+cut off; a pair of old shoes, too small for him, cut and slashed to give
+ease to his feet; an old, grey, greasy hat, without lining, and a noggen
+shirt of the coarsest linen."
+
+The word _noggen_ originally meant made of hemp, and had come to signify
+any texture which was thick, rough, and clumsy.
+
+"Poor young gentleman!" exclaimed Mrs Lane.
+
+"What a condition for the King of England!" said the Colonel,
+indignantly.
+
+"Ay, truly," answered Lord Wilmot.  "The disgrace is England's, not his
+own."
+
+Mr Lane was one of the party this evening.  He was an elderly man, and
+an invalid, mostly keeping to his own quiet room.  Mrs Lane, who was
+younger, and much more active, managed the house and estate with the
+help of her son; and the Colonel having for some years been practically
+the master, was generally spoken of as such among the tenants.  The old
+man now rose, and said that he would go back to his own chamber.  The
+Colonel gave his arm to his father to help him upstairs; and Mrs Jane,
+turning from the window, caught sight of Jenny's tired, dull look.
+
+"Come, we have had enough of talk!" said she.  "Sweep the rushes aside,
+and let us end the evening with a dance."
+
+"You were best to dance after supper," responded her mother, glancing at
+the clock.  "There is but a half-hour now."
+
+Mrs Jane assented to this, and going to the virginals, called Jenny to
+come and sing.  The half-hour passed rapidly, until the server, or
+waiter, came to say that supper was served in the hall, and the party
+sat down.
+
+As Jenny took her place, she saw Robin Featherstone making room at the
+lower table for a stranger--a young man, aged about two or three and
+twenty, dressed in a tidy suit of grey cloth, and apparently a new
+servant.  His complexion was unusually dark, and his hair jet black.  He
+was not handsome, and as Jenny did not admire dark complexions, she
+mentally set him down as an uninteresting person--probably Lord Wilmot's
+man.
+
+The good-natured steward, on her right hand, noticed Jenny's look at the
+new comer.
+
+"That is Mrs Jane's new man," said he kindly; "he goeth with you into
+Somerset.  My Lord Wilmot hath spoken for him to the Colonel, and
+commends him highly, for a young man of exceeding good character."
+
+Young men of good character were not attractive people to Jenny; a young
+man with good looks would have had much more chance of her regard.
+
+"His name is William Jackson," added the steward.
+
+Jenny was rather sorry to hear that this uninteresting youth would have
+to go with them to Bristol; the rather, because it destroyed the last
+vestige of a faint hope she had entertained, that Robin Featherstone
+might be chosen for that purpose.
+
+The worst of all her grievances was, that she seemed completely cut off
+from his delightful society.  She had really seen far more of him at the
+farm than she did now, when she was living in the same house.  And then
+to have all her rose-coloured visions for the future destroyed--Jenny
+felt herself a badly used young woman.
+
+Supper ended, the dance followed according to Mrs Jane's decree, led
+off by herself and Lord Wilmot; and Jenny, to her great satisfaction,
+found herself the partner of the enchanting Robin.
+
+"Mrs Jenny, I have not had so much as a word with you since
+yestereven!" said that gentleman reproachfully.
+
+"No, in very deed," assented Jenny; "and I hear you go not into
+Somerset, Mr Featherstone."
+
+"No such luck!" lamented the valet.  "I'm to be mewed up here.  That
+black crow yonder will rob me of all your sweet smiles, my charmer."
+
+"Indeed he won't!" said Jenny.  "I don't like the look of him, I can
+tell you."
+
+At that moment the new servant, and his partner, the dairy-maid, whisked
+round close beside them, and Jenny saw, from the amused twinkle in his
+dark eyes, that Jackson had overheard her disparaging remark.
+
+"He looks as if he hadn't washed himself this week," observed Mr
+Featherstone, whose complexion was fair.
+
+"He's an ill-looking fellow," replied Jenny.
+
+"Do you hear what they say of you?" asked Fortune, the dairy-maid, of
+her partner.
+
+"I hear 'em," was Will Jackson's reply.
+
+"Won't you knock him down?"
+
+"I think not.  Wouldn't be convenient to the Colonel."
+
+"I doubt you're chicken-hearted," replied she.
+
+"Think so?" said Will Jackson, quite calmly.
+
+"Well, you're a queer fellow!" said Fortune.
+
+"Hold you there!" was the reply; "I shall be queerer anon."
+
+The Monday was a very busy day, for Mrs Jane proposed to set forth with
+the lark on the Tuesday morning.  She had obtained a pass from the
+Parliament for herself and friends, and four others were to accompany
+her; her cousin Mr Lascelles, and his wife, and a neighbouring lady and
+gentleman named Petre.  Jenny was very busy all day packing trunks and
+bags under the instructions of her young mistress.  In the afternoon, as
+they were thus employed, Mrs Lane came rather hastily into the room.
+
+"Jane, child," she said to her daughter, "I am really concerned that you
+should have no better attendance in your journey than that fellow
+Jackson.  I do indeed think we must send him back, and get you a more
+suitable man."
+
+Mrs Jane was on her knees, packing a little leather trunk.  She looked
+up for a moment, and then resumed her work, giving all her attention to
+a troublesome box, which would not fit into the space that she had left
+for it.
+
+"Is he unsuitable, madam?  I pray you, how so?"
+
+"Child, the man doth not know his business.  He is now in the yard,
+looking to your saddle and harness; and he doth not know how to take the
+collar off the horse.  Dick bade him lift the collar off Bay Winchester,
+and he was for taking it off without turning it.  And really, some of
+his--"
+
+The sentence was never finished.
+
+"O, Madam!  O, Mrs Jane!" cried Millicent, coming in with uplifted
+hands.  "That horrid creature.  I'm certain sure he's a Roundhead!
+Robin has heard him speak such dreadful words!  Do, I beseech you,
+madam, tell the Colonel that he is cherishing a crocodile in his bosom.
+We shall all be murdered in our beds before night!"
+
+Mrs Jane sat back on the floor and laughed.
+
+"Ah, my dear young gentlewoman, you may laugh," was the solemn comment
+of Millicent; "but I do assure you 'tis no laughing matter.  If Mrs
+Jane will not listen to reason, madam, I beg _you_ to hear me when I
+tell you what I have heard."
+
+The solemnity of Millicent's tones was something awful.  Mrs Jane,
+however, was so misguided as to laugh again; but her mother said, in a
+half-alarmed tone, "Well, Millicent, what is it?  You speak of the new
+man, Jackson, I suppose?"
+
+"Madam, Robin tells me that early this morning, as soon as my Lord
+Wilmot was gone, he went down to the blacksmith's with something of the
+Colonel's--a chain, I think he said, or was it--"
+
+"Never mind what it was," said Mrs Jane; "let us have the story."
+
+"Well, he was in the blacksmith's shop, and to get out of the way of the
+blacks, which were flying all over, he had slipped behind the door; when
+who should come up but this Jackson, on Mrs Jane's horse, that had cast
+a shoe.  He could not see Robin, he being behind the door; I dare be
+bound if he had, he would not have been so free in his talk.  You know,
+madam, what a horrid Roundhead the blacksmith is; Robin saith he wishes
+in his heart he never had to go near him.  Well, as this fellow holds
+the horse's foot (and Robin says he did it the most awkward he ever
+saw), he asks the smith what news.  `Oh,' saith he, `none that I know
+of, since the good news of the beating of the rogues of Scots.'  `What,'
+saith Jackson, `are none of the English taken that were joined with the
+Scots?'  Then, madam, the smith said, saving your presence, for really
+it makes me feel quite creepy to repeat such shocking words, `I don't
+hear,' quoth he, `that that rogue Charles Stuart is taken, but some of
+the others are.'  Oh, madam, to speak so dreadfully of His Sacred
+Majesty!"
+
+Mrs Millicent's eyes went up till more white than iris was visible.
+
+"Very shocking, truly," said Mrs Lane.  "Well, what further?"
+
+"And then, madam, that Jackson said--Robin heard him!--`If that rogue
+were taken,' quoth he, `he deserves to be hanged more than all the rest,
+for bringing in the Scots.'  Oh, dear, dear! that I should live to tell
+you, madam, that a servant of my good master could let such words come
+out of his lips!  Then quoth the smith, `You speak like an honest man.'
+And so Jackson up on the horse and rode away."
+
+"Well, it doth but confirm me in my view that the man is a most
+unsuitable guard for you, Jane.  I shall speak to your brother about
+making a change."
+
+"I don't think Jackson is a Roundhead," said Mrs Jane quietly,
+rearranging some laces in a little box.
+
+"Dear heart, Mrs Jane! but what could the creature have said worse, if
+he had been Oliver Cromwell himself?"
+
+"Well, and I do not think he is Oliver Cromwell either," replied Mrs
+Jane, laughing.  "And as to his not knowing his business, madam," she
+added, turning to her mother, "I pray you remember how exceeding good a
+character my Lord Wilmot gave him."
+
+"My dear Jane!  A good character is all very well, but I do want some
+capability in my servants as well as character.  You do not choose your
+shoemaker because he is sober and steady, but because he makes good
+shoes."
+
+"Under your correction, madam, he would not make good shoes long if he
+were neither steady nor sober.  Howbeit, I pray you, speak to my
+brother: methinks you shall find him unready to discharge Jackson for no
+better reason than that he cannot take the collar off an horse."
+
+"But the words, Mrs Jane!  Those awful words!"
+
+"Very like they grew in Robin's brain," calmly answered Mrs Jane,
+turning the lock of her trunk.  "He is a bit jealous of Jackson, or I
+mistake."
+
+"Jealous of that black creature!" cried Millicent.  "Why, he could not
+hold a tallow candle to Robin!"
+
+"I dare say he won't try," replied Mrs Jane, with a little amusement in
+her voice.
+
+Mrs Lane, who had left the room, returned looking somewhat discomfited.
+
+"No, I cannot win your brother to see it," she said, in rather a vexed
+tone.  "He thinks so much, as you do, of the commendation my Lord Wilmot
+gave the young man.  He saith he is sure he is not a Roundhead (I marvel
+how he knows); and as for his inaptitude, he said the man hath not been
+before in service, and hath all to learn.  If that be so, it cannot be
+helped, and you will have to be patient with him, Jane."
+
+"I will be as patient as I can, madam," said Mrs Jane gravely.
+
+"Oh, my dear Mrs Jane!  Oh, Madam! how you _can_!" exclaimed Millicent.
+"We shall all be murdered by morning, I feel certain of it!  Oh, dear,
+dear!"
+
+"Then you'd better make your will this evening," coolly observed Mrs
+Jane.  "Look here, Millicent, should you like these cherry ribbons?
+They would not go ill with your grey gown."
+
+Millicent passed in a moment from the depths of despair to the heights
+of ecstasy.
+
+"Oh, how good of you, Mrs Jane!  They are perfectly charming!  I shall
+take the guarding off my grey gown to-morrow, and put them on."
+
+"If you survive," said Mrs Jane solemnly.
+
+Millicent looked slightly disconcerted.
+
+"Well, Mrs Jane, I was going to tell you--but after what Madam said--if
+the young man be respectable--I don't know, really--this morning, as he
+was coming into the hall, I thought--I really thought he was going to
+offer to take me by the hand.  It gave me such a turn!"
+
+"I don't see why, if he had washed his hands," said Mrs Jane.
+
+"Oh, Mrs Jane! what things you do say!"
+
+Millicent had some excuse for her horror, since at that time shaking
+hands was a form of greeting only used between relatives or the most
+intimate friends.  To give the hand to an inferior was the greatest
+possible favour.
+
+"Well," said Mrs Jane, locking the second trunk, "I expect Will Jackson
+is a decent fellow, and will attend me very well.  At any rate, I mean
+to try him."
+
+"Well, Mrs Jane, I have warned you!"
+
+"You have so, Millicent.  And if Jackson murders me before I come home,
+I promise to agree with you.  But I don't believe he will."
+
+"Well!" repeated Millicent, "one thing is certain; the creature has
+surely never been in a _gentleman's_ service before.  I expect he has
+followed the plough all his life.  But I do hope, Mrs Jane, you may
+come back safe."
+
+"Thank you, Millicent; so do I," answered Mrs Jane.
+
+The friends who were to accompany Mrs Jane arrived at Bentley Hall on
+the Monday evening, and the party set out, eight in all, a little after
+five o'clock on the Tuesday morning.  Mrs Lascelles and Mrs Petre rode
+behind their husbands; Mrs Jane behind her new man, Jackson.  For Jenny
+an escort was provided in the shape of Mr Lascelles' servant, a
+sober-looking man of about forty years, whom she thought most
+uninteresting.  So they rode away from Bentley Hall, Robin Featherstone
+kissing his hand to Jenny, and making her a very elaborate bow in the
+background.
+
+The first day's journey brought them to the house of Mr Norton, a
+relative of the Lanes.
+
+"Remember, Jackson," said Mrs Jane as she alighted, "I shall want my
+palfrey by six to-morrow morning at the latest."
+
+Jackson touched his hat, and promised obedience.  Mr Norton led Mrs
+Jane into the house, desiring his butler, whose name was Pope, to look
+to her man, and to put Jenny in the care of Mrs Norton's maid.  Jenny,
+being unused to ride much on horseback, was sadly tired by her day's
+journey, and very glad when bed-time came.  She made one nap of her
+night's rest, and was not very readily roused when, before it was fully
+light, a tap came on Mrs Jane's door.
+
+Mrs Jane sat up in bed, awake at once.
+
+"Who is there?  Come within," she said.
+
+The answer was the entrance of Ellice, Mrs Norton's maid.
+
+"I crave pardon for disturbing you thus early, madam, but my mistress
+hath sent me to say your man is took very sick of an ague, and 'twill
+not be possible for you to continue your journey to-day."
+
+"How?  Was ever anything so unfortunate!" cried Mrs Jane.  "Is he
+really very bad?"
+
+"My master thinks, madam, he is not the least fit for a journey."
+
+Mrs Jane lay down again, with an exclamation of dismay.
+
+"I do hope the young man is not weakly," she said.  "'Tis most annoying.
+I reckoned, entirely, on continuing my journey to-day.  Well, there is
+no help, I suppose, though this news is welcome but as water into a
+ship.  We must make a virtue of necessity.  Come, Jenny, we'll take
+another nap.  May as well have what comfort we can."
+
+And, turning round, Mrs Jane went off to sleep again.
+
+For three days Mr Norton reported Jackson quite too poorly to ride; on
+the fourth he was a little better, and by the evening of the following
+Sunday it was thought Mrs Jane might venture to resume her journey the
+next day.
+
+They were up early the next morning, and as Jenny followed her mistress
+into the hall, Mrs Norton being with them, Pope and Jackson came in
+from the opposite door.  Jackson at once came forward to meet them, and
+for an instant Jenny was reminded of Millicent's complaint, for he
+seemed just on the point of shaking hands with the ladies.  Suddenly he
+drew back, took off his hat, and with a low bow informed Mrs Jane that
+he was ready to do her service.
+
+The departure was fixed to take place after dinner; but before that meal
+was served, Mrs Norton was seized with sudden and serious illness.
+Mrs Jane showed great concern for her cousin, seeming to Jenny's eyes
+much more distressed than she had been for the previous postponement of
+her journey.  While everything was in confusion, a cavalcade of visitors
+unexpectedly arrived, and made the confusion still greater.  Mrs Jane
+arranged to stay for some days longer, and act as hostess in Mrs
+Norton's place.
+
+As the party sat that night at supper, a traveller's horn sounded at the
+gate, and Pope, having gone to receive the new arrival, returned with a
+letter, which he gave to Mrs Jane.
+
+"Dear heart!" she exclaimed in surprise, "what have we now here?  This
+is from my mother."
+
+"Pray you open it quickly, cousin," replied Mr Norton.  "I trust it is
+no ill news."
+
+Mrs Jane's reply was to bury her face in her handkerchief.  She seemed
+scarcely able to speak; but Mr Norton, to whom she passed the letter,
+informed the company that it contained very sad news from Bentley Hall.
+Mr Lane had become so much worse during the week of his daughter's
+absence, that her mother desired her to return as soon as she had paid a
+hurried visit to her cousins in Somersetshire.
+
+"I fear, cousin, we must not keep you with us longer," said Mr Norton,
+kindly to Jane.
+
+Mrs Jane was understood to sob that she must go on the next morning.
+Too much overcome to remain, she left the hall, and went up to the
+chamber of Mrs Norton, still with her handkerchief at her eyes.  Jenny
+followed her, going into her bedroom, which was near to that of the
+hostess.  She heard voices through the wall, accompanied by sounds which
+rather puzzled her.  Was Mrs Jane weeping?  It sounded much more like
+laughing.  But how could anyone expect so devoted a daughter to have the
+heart to laugh on this sad occasion?
+
+When Mrs Jane came out of her cousin's room, she was apparently calm
+and comforted.  The handkerchief had disappeared; but considering the
+bitter sobs she had heard, Jenny wondered that her eyes were not redder.
+
+The journey was resumed, and they arrived safely at Trent Hall, the
+residence of Colonel Wyndham, who was strolling about his grounds, and
+met them as they came up to the house.  Mrs Jane having alighted and
+shaken hands with her cousin the Colonel, it astonished Jenny to see
+Will Jackson go familiarly up as if to offer the same greeting.
+Remembering himself in an instant, he slunk back as he had done before,
+and took off his hat with a low bow.  Colonel Wyndham, Jenny thought,
+looked rather offended at Jackson's bad manners, dismissing him by a
+nod, and calling one of his stable-men to see to him, while he took Mrs
+Jane into the house.  Jenny felt once again that Millicent must have
+guessed rightly, and that Jackson had never been in service in a
+gentleman's family before.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER FOUR.
+
+SUDDEN CHANGES.
+
+Great was the lamentation among the cousins at Trent House, when it was
+found that Mrs Jane could stay only two days with them, instead of the
+two months upon which they had reckoned.
+
+"I am the most to be pitied, Jane," said one of the young ladies, whose
+name was Juliana Coningsby, "for I start for Lyme in a week hence, and I
+had hoped to win you to accompany me thither.  Now I know not what to do
+for a convoy."
+
+"Well, I cannot go, Gillian," was the answer, "yet may I help you at
+this pinch.  Take you my man as your guard; I can contrive without him,
+since my good cousin, Mr Lascelles, is to return with me."
+
+A little friendly altercation followed, Mrs Juliana protesting that she
+could not dream of depriving her cousin of so needful a servant, and
+Mrs Jane assuring her that the pleasure of helping her out of a
+difficulty was more than compensation for so slight an inconvenience;
+but in the end it was agreed that Jackson should proceed with Mrs
+Juliana, returning to Bentley Hall when she should no longer require his
+services.
+
+The party of eight, therefore, who had left Bentley, were reduced to
+four on their return, Mrs Jane and Mr Lascelles on one horse, Jenny
+and Mr Lascelles' groom upon another.
+
+They reached the Hall late on a Thursday evening, Mr Lascelles
+suggesting when they came to the lodge that Mrs Jane should sit and
+rest for a few minutes, while he rode up to the house to hear the latest
+news of Mr Lane's health.
+
+The woman who kept the lodge came out courtesying to meet them, and
+Jenny wondered why they did not ask her how the old gentleman was.
+
+Mr Lascelles, however, had ridden hastily forward, and he soon returned
+with cheering news.  Mr Lane had "got well over this brunt," he said;
+and Mrs Jane professed herself much cheered and comforted to hear it.
+
+In the hall, as they entered, was Millicent.
+
+"Well, Millicent, I'm not murdered, you see!" cried Mrs Jane cheerily.
+
+"Indeed, Mrs Jane, I'm glad to see it, in especial considering all the
+warnings we've had.  Three times of a night hath old Cupid bayed the
+moon; and a magpie lighted on the tree beside my window only this
+morning; and last night I heard the death-watch, as plain as plain could
+be!"
+
+"Oh, then, that's for you, not me," responded Mrs Jane quite
+cheerfully; "so look Jackson doth not murder you on his return, as he
+has left me unharmed."
+
+Millicent looked horrified.
+
+"Oh me!  Mrs Jane, is the fellow coming back?"
+
+Mrs Jane only laughed, and said, "Look out!"
+
+Considering the chain of shocks and disappointments which Mrs Jane had
+suffered, Jenny was astonished to see how extremely bright and mirthful
+she was, and still more surprised to perceive that this
+light-heartedness appeared to infect the Colonel.  It was not, however,
+shared by Mrs Lane.
+
+"Well, Jane, child," she said one morning to her daughter, "I am truly
+glad to see thee so light of heart, in especial after all the troubles
+and discomfitures thou hast gone through.  'Tis a blessing to have a
+hopeful nature."
+
+"Oh, I never trouble over past clouds when the sun shines again, madam,"
+said Mrs Jane cheerily.
+
+"I marvel what we can make of your man, when he cometh back," resumed
+Mrs Lane.  "If you go not now again into Somerset, you will have no
+work for him to do."
+
+"Maybe, Madam, he shall not return hither," answered her daughter.
+
+"My cousin, Colonel Wyndham, had some notion he could find him a good
+place down yonder, and I thought you would judge it best to leave the
+matter to his discretion."
+
+"Oh, very good," assented Mrs Lane.  "So much the better.  I would not
+have the young man feel himself ill-used, when my Lord Wilmot spake so
+well of him."
+
+"There is no fear of that, I hope," replied Mrs Jane.
+
+"O Mrs Jane!  I am so thankful to hear that creature may not come back,
+after all!" cried Millicent.
+
+"Ay, Millicent, you may sleep at ease in your bed," said Mrs Jane,
+looking amused.  "But I marvel why you feared him thus.  I found him a
+right decent fellow, I can assure you."
+
+"Then I can assure you solemnly, madam," answered Millicent, with a look
+to match her words, "that is more than I did.  Never can I forget the
+horrid moment when I thought that nasty black creature went about to
+take me by the hand.  It made me feel creepy all over--faugh!  I cannot
+find words to tell you!"
+
+"Pray don't trouble yourself," calmly responded Mrs Jane.  "I am going
+upstairs, so you need not give yourself the labour to look for them."
+
+Before many weeks were over, Colonel Lane came one evening into the
+drawing-room, to report a wonderful piece of good news.
+
+"His Majesty hath escaped the realm!" cried he, "and is now clean over
+sea to France."
+
+"God be praised!" exclaimed his mother.  "This is indeed good news."
+
+Farmer Lavender was almost as excited as his landlord, and declared that
+he would light a bonfire in the farm-yard, if he could be sure the
+stacks wouldn't get alight.
+
+"Nay, Joe, I wouldn't," said his prudent mother.  "Thou can be as glad
+as thou wilt, and the Parliament 'll say nought to thee; but bonfires is
+bonfires, lad."
+
+Will Jackson did not come back to Bentley, and Mrs Jane remarked in a
+satisfied tone that she supposed Colonel Wyndham had found a place to
+suit him.
+
+Millicent contemptuously observed to Jenny that she wondered how Colonel
+Wyndham, who was a gentleman born, could take any trouble about that
+creature Jackson.
+
+"Well, and I do too, a bit," said Jenny, "for I'm sure the Colonel did
+not seem over pleased when Will would have taken him by the hand as we
+was a-coming up to the house."
+
+"No, you don't say!" ejaculated Millicent.  "Did he really, now?--to the
+Colonel?  Well, I'm sure, the world's getting turned upside down."
+
+Millicent was considerably more of that opinion when a few months were
+over.  Early one spring morning, before anyone was up, some slight but
+singular noises roused Mrs Jane from sleep, and calling Jenny, she
+desired her to look out of the window and see what was the matter.
+
+Jenny's shriek, when she did so, brought her young mistress to the
+casement in a moment.  Bentley Hall was surrounded by armed men--
+Parliamentary soldiers, standing still and stern--awaiting in complete
+silence the orders of their commander.
+
+Mrs Jane went very white, but her self-command did not desert her.
+
+"Never mind screaming, Jenny," she said coolly.  "That will do no good.
+They'll not take you, child; and these Roundheads, whatever else they
+are, are decent men that harm not women and children.  I must say so
+much for them.  Come quick, and dress me, and I will go down to them."
+
+"Oh dear!" cried Jenny.  "Madam, they'll kill you!"
+
+"Not they!" said the young lady.  "I'm not afraid,--not of a man, at any
+rate.  I don't say I should have no fear of a ghost.  Jenny, hast thou
+lost thy head?  Here be two shoes--not a pair--thou hast given me; and
+what art thou holding out the pomade for?  I don't wash in pomade."
+
+Jenny, who was far more flurried and frightened than her mistress,
+confusedly apologised as she exchanged the pomade for the soap.
+
+"But--Oh dear! madam, will they take you?" she asked.
+
+"Maybe not, child," said Mrs Jane, quite coolly.  "Very like not.  I
+guess 'tis rather my brother they want.  We shall see all the sooner,
+Jenny, if thou makest no more blunders."
+
+Jenny, however, contrived to make several more, for she was almost too
+excited and terrified to know what she was doing.  She put on Mrs
+Jane's skirt wrong side out, offered her the left sleeve of her kirtle
+for the right arm, and generally behaved like a girl who was frightened
+out of her wits.
+
+Mrs Jane, dressed at last, softly opened her door, and desired Jenny to
+follow.
+
+"I will wake none else till I know what the matter is," she said.
+
+"Come after me, and I will speak with the Captain of these men from the
+little window in the hall."
+
+Jenny obeyed, feeling as if she were more dead than alive.
+
+Mrs Jane quietly unfastened the little window, and said to a soldier
+who had taken up his position close beside it--"I would speak with your
+Captain."
+
+The Captain appeared in a moment.
+
+"For what reason are you here?" asked the young lady.
+
+"Madam, I hold a warrant to take the bodies of Thomas Lane, and John
+Lane his son, and I trust that none in this house shall impede me in the
+execution of my duty."
+
+"My brother!--and my father!" exclaimed Mrs Jane, under her breath.
+
+"Sir, we shall not do that.  But will you suffer me to say to you that
+my father is an old and infirm man, in weakly health, and I beg of you
+that you will be as merciful to his condition as your duty will allow."
+
+The Roundhead captain bowed.
+
+"Be assured, madam," he said respectfully, "that Mr Lane shall fare
+better for the beseechment of so good a daughter, and that I will do
+mine utmost to have him gently handled."
+
+"I thank you, sir," replied Mrs Jane, as she closed the window.
+
+Then, Jenny still following, a little less frightened, since the enemy
+seemed after all to be a man, and not a very bad man either.
+
+Mrs Jane went upstairs and tapped at her brother's door.
+
+"Who's there?" demanded the Colonel's voice very sleepily.
+
+"The reward of your deeds," answered his sister, drily.  "Make haste and
+busk thee, Jack; thou art wanted to go to prison."
+
+"Very good!" responded the Colonel, to Jenny's astonishment.  "Do you
+bear me company?"
+
+"Nay; would I did, rather than our father."
+
+"Our father!  Is _he_--?"
+
+"Ay.  God have mercy on us!" said Mrs Jane gravely.
+
+"Amen!" came through the closed door.
+
+"Jenny, go back to my chamber," said her mistress.  "I will come to thee
+anon.  The hardest of my work lieth afore me yet."
+
+For two hours all was haste and tumult in Bentley Hall.  Then, when the
+soldiers had departed, carrying their prisoners with them, a hush almost
+like that of death fell upon the house.
+
+Mrs Lane had wept till she had no more tears to shed; her daughter did
+not weep, but she looked very white and sad.
+
+"Now you mark my words!" said Millicent to Jenny; "'tis that Jackson has
+done it.  He's played the traitor.  Didn't I always say he was a
+Roundhead!  Depend upon it, he's betrayed something the Colonel's done
+in His Majesty's service, and that's why that wicked Parliament's down
+on him.  Robin, he says the same.  He never did like that scheming black
+creature, and no more did I."
+
+"Well, I don't know!  He seemed a decent sort o' man, far as I could
+see, only that he wasn't well-favoured," said Jenny doubtfully.
+
+"He was a snake in the grass!" said Millicent solemnly; "and you'll find
+that out, Jenny Lavender."
+
+To the surprise of the whole family, and themselves most of all, the
+prisoners were released after only four months' detention.  That was
+considered an exceedingly short business in 1652.  Neither father nor
+son seemed any worse for their trial; the Roundheads, they said, had not
+treated them ill, and had even allowed sundry extra comforts to old Mr
+Lane.
+
+So matters dropped back into their old train at Bentley Hall for about a
+month longer.  Then, one August morning, Colonel Lane, who had ridden to
+Kidderminster, entered the parlour with an open letter in his hand.  His
+face was grave almost to sternness, and when his sister saw it, an
+expression of alarm came into her eyes.
+
+"A letter, Jane, from Penelope Wyndham," he said, giving her the letter.
+
+"Mrs Millicent and Mrs Jenny, I pray you give us leave."
+
+That was a civil way of saying, "Please to leave the room," and of
+course it was at once obeyed.  Evidently something of consequence was to
+be discussed.
+
+"I do hope Mrs Jane will not go away again," said Millicent.
+
+"Well, I don't know; I shouldn't be sorry if she did," answered Jenny.
+
+"Very like not; you think you'd go withal.  But I can tell you it is
+vastly dull for us left behind.  There's a bit of life when she is
+here."
+
+Jenny went up to Mrs Jane's room, where she occupied herself by tacking
+clean white ruffles into some of her mistress's gowns.  She had not
+progressed far when that young lady came up, with a very disturbed face.
+
+"Let those be," she said, seeing how Jenny was employed.  "Jenny, child,
+I am grieved to tell thee, but thou must needs return to thine own
+home."
+
+"Send me away!" gasped Jenny.  "Oh, Mrs Jane, madam, what have I done!"
+
+"Nothing, child, nothing; 'tis not that.  I am going away myself."
+
+"And mustn't I go with you?" asked Jenny, in a very disappointed tone.
+
+"To France?  We are going to France, child."
+
+Jenny felt in a whirl of astonishment.  Going abroad in those days was
+looked on as a very serious matter, not to be undertaken except for some
+important reason, and requiring a great deal of deliberation.  And here
+was Mrs Jane, after scarcely half-an-hour's reflection, announcing that
+she was going to start at once for France.
+
+Mrs Jane put her hand in her pocket.
+
+"Here be thy wages, Jenny," she said.  "Twelve pound by the year we
+agreed on, and thou hast been with me scarce a year; howbeit, twelve
+pound let it be.  And for the ill-conveniency I put thee to, to send
+thee away thus suddenly, thou shalt have another pound, and my flowered
+tabby gown.  Thou wilt soon win another place if thou list to tarry in
+service, and my mother hath promised to commend thee heartily to any
+gentlewoman that would have thee.
+
+"So cheer up, child; there is no need for thee to fret."
+
+Jenny felt as if she had considerable need to fret.  Here were all her
+distinctions flying away from her at a minute's notice.  Instead of
+being Mrs Jenny, and sitting in the drawing-room at Bentley Hall, she
+would once more be plain Jenny Lavender in the farmhouse kitchen.  It
+was true her freedom would return to her; but by this time she had
+become accustomed to the restraint, and did not mind it nearly so much.
+The tears overflowed and ran down.
+
+"Come, come, child!" said Mrs Jane, giving her a gentle pat on the
+shoulder; "take not on thus, prithee.  Thy life is yet before thee.
+Cheer up and play the woman!  Ah, Jenny, maid, 'tis well for thee thou
+art not so high up as some I could name, and therefore shalt fall the
+lighter.  Now go, and pack up thy mails, and Robin shall take thee and
+them to the farm this evening."
+
+"Must I go to-day, madam?" exclaimed Jenny, more dismayed than ever.
+
+"I go myself to-day, Jenny," said Mrs Jane, gently but gravely.  "The
+matter will brook no delay.  Take thine heart to thee, and do as I bid
+thee: thou wert best be out of it all."
+
+Poor Jenny went slowly up to the garret to fetch her bags, which had
+been stowed there out of the way.
+
+As she came down with them in her hands, she met Millicent.
+
+"You've had warning, have you?" said Millicent, in a whisper.  "There's
+somewhat wrong, you take my word for it!  You make haste and get away,
+and thank your stars you've a good home to go to.  We're all to go,
+every soul save two--old Master's Diggory and me."
+
+"What, Mr Featherstone too?" exclaimed Jenny.
+
+"Oh, he's going with the Colonel to France.  But Master and Madam, they
+set forth to-morrow, and Diggory and I go with them.  Mark my words,
+there's somewhat wrong! and if it goes much further, I shall just give
+my warning and be off.  I've no notion of getting into trouble for other
+folks."
+
+"But whatever is it all about?" said Jenny.
+
+"Well, if you want my thoughts on it," whispered Millicent, in an
+important tone, "I believe it's all 'long of that Jackson.  You thought
+he was a decent sort of fellow, you know.  But you've to learn yet,
+Jenny Lavender, as all isn't gold as glitters."
+
+"I think I'm finding that out, Mrs Millicent," sighed Jenny; "didn't I
+think I was made for life no further back than yesterday?  However,
+there's no time to waste."
+
+She packed up her things, and made a hurried dinner; took leave of all
+in the house, not without tears; and then, mounting Bay Winchester
+behind Robin Featherstone, rode home in the cool of the evening.
+
+"Farewell, sweetheart!" said Featherstone, gallantly kissing Jenny's
+fingers.  "I go to France, but I leave my heart in Staffordshire.  Pray
+you, sweet Mrs Jenny, what shall I bring you for a fairing from the gay
+city of Paris?  How soon we shall return the deer knows; but you will
+wait for your faithful Robin?"  And Mr Featherstone laid his hand
+elegantly on his heart.
+
+"Oh, you'll forget all about me when you are over there taking your
+pleasure," said Jenny, in a melancholy tone.
+
+Mr Featherstone was only half through a fervent asseveration to the
+effect that such a catastrophe was a complete impossibility, when Farmer
+Lavender came out.
+
+"What, Jenny I come to look at us?" said he.  "Thou'rt as welcome, my
+lass, as flowers in May.  But how's this--bags and all?  Thou'st never
+been turned away, child?"
+
+"Not for nought ill, father," said Jenny, almost crying with conflicting
+feelings; "but Mrs Jane, she's going to France, and all's that upset--"
+and Jenny sobbed too much to proceed.
+
+Mr Featherstone came to the rescue, and explained matters.
+
+"Humph!" said the farmer; "that's it, is it?  World's upset, pretty
+nigh, seems to me.  Well, folks can't always help themselves--that's
+true enough.  Howbeit, thou'rt welcome home, Jenny! there's always a
+place for thee here, if there's none anywhere else.  You'll come in and
+take a snack, Mr Featherstone?"
+
+Mr Featherstone declined with effusive thanks.  He had not a moment to
+spare.  He remounted Winchester, shook hands with the farmer, kissed his
+hand to Jenny, and rode away.  And the question whether Jenny would wait
+for his return was left unanswered.
+
+"I'm glad to see thee back, my lass," said old Mrs Lavender.  "Home's
+the best place for young lasses.  Maybe, too, thou'lt be safer at the
+farm than at the Hall.  The times be troublous; and if more mischief's
+like to overtake the Colonel, though I shall be sorry enough to see it,
+I shan't be sorry to know thou art out of it.  Art thou glad to come
+back or not, my lass?"
+
+"I don't know, Granny," said Jenny.
+
+Kate laughed.  "Have you had your fling and come down, Jenny?" she
+asked; "or haven't you had fling enough?--which is it?"
+
+"I think it's a bit of both," said Jenny.  "It's grand to be at the
+Hall, and ride in the coach, and sit in the pew at church, and that; but
+I used to get dreadful tired by times, it seemed so dull.  There's a
+deal more fun here, and I'm freer like.  But--"
+
+Jenny left her "but" unfinished.
+
+"Ay, there's a many buts, I shouldn't wonder," said Kate, laughing.
+"Well, Jenny, you've seen somewhat of high life, and you've got it to
+talk about."
+
+Jenny felt very sad when she went to church on the following Sunday.
+The Hall pew was empty, and Jenny herself was once more a mere nobody in
+the corner of her father's seat.  There was no coach to ride in; and
+very humiliated she felt when Dorothy Campion gave her a smart blow on
+the back as she went down the churchyard.
+
+"Well, _Mrs_.  Jenny! so you've come down from your pedestal?  Going to
+be very grand, weren't you?--couldn't see your old acquaintances last
+Sunday!  But hey, presto, all is changed, and my fine young madam come
+down to a farmhouse lass.
+
+"How was it, Jenny?  Did Mrs Jane catch you at the mirror, trying on
+her sky-coloured gown? or had her necklace slipped into your pocket by
+accident?  Come, tell us all about it."
+
+"She gave me a gown, then," said Jenny, with spirit; "and that's more, I
+guess, than she ever did to you, Dolly Campion.  And as for why I'm come
+home, it's neither here nor there.  Mrs Jane's a-going to France, to be
+one of the Queen's ladies, maybe, and that's why; so you can take your
+change out o' that."
+
+Miss Campion immediately proceeded to take her change out of it.
+
+"Dear heart, Jenny, and why ever didn't you go and be one of the Queen's
+ladies, too?"
+
+"Oh, she's climbed up so high, queens isn't good enough company for
+her," suggested Abigail Walker, coming to Dolly's help.
+
+"Now, you two go your ways like tidy maids," said the voice of Tom
+Fenton behind them; "and don't make such a to-do of a Sabbath morning.
+
+"Jenny, I'll see you home if you give me leave."
+
+He spoke with a quiet dignity, which was not like the old Tom Fenton
+whom Jenny had known; and his manner was more that of a friend helping
+her to get rid of an annoyance, than that of a suitor who grasped at an
+opportunity of pleading his cause.
+
+"I thank you, Tom, and I'll be glad of it," said the humbled and
+harassed Jenny.
+
+So they went back together, Tom showing no sign that he heard Dorothy's
+derisive cry of--
+
+"Room for Her Majesty's Grace's Highness and her servant the carpenter!"
+
+The word lover, at that day, meant simply a person who loved you; where
+we say "lover," they said "servant."
+
+At the farmhouse door Tom took his leave.
+
+"No, I thank you, Jenny," he said, when she asked him to come in; "I'm
+going on to Uncle Anthony's to dinner.  Good morning."
+
+And Jenny felt that some mysterious change in Tom had put a distance
+between him and her.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER FIVE.
+
+WILL JACKSON REAPPEARS.
+
+Fortune May, the dairy-maid at Bentley Hall, came into the farmhouse at
+supper-time that Sunday evening.
+
+"Well, they're all gone," said she, "and the house shut up.  They say
+the Parliament 'll send folks down to take it some day this week, and
+'ll give it to some of their own people."
+
+"Ay, I hear Mr Chadderton, whose land joins the Colonel's, has applied
+for it," answered Farmer Lavender.  "Though he's a Roundhead, he's a
+friend of the Colonel's, and I shouldn't wonder if he give it him back
+when King Charles comes in."
+
+"That'll not be so soon, I take it," observed his mother.
+
+"The time's out of joint," said the farmer.  "I'd as lief not say
+what'll be or won't be."
+
+"Jenny, I've a good jest to tell you," said Fortune, with a twinkle in
+her eyes.  "I did not see you in time afore you left the Hall.  You'll
+mind, maybe, that Robin and me and Dolly Campion went together to the
+green, Sunday even?"
+
+Yes, Jenny did remember, and had been rather put out that Featherstone
+should prefer Fortune's company to hers, though a little consoled by the
+reflection that it was on account of her superior dignity.
+
+"Well!" said Fortune, telling her tale with evident glee, "as we went up
+the blind lane come a little lad running down as hard as ever he could
+run.  `What's ado?' says I.  `Mad bull! mad bull!' quoth he.  Dolly was
+a bit frighted, I think; I know I was.  But will you believe it, Robin,
+he takes to his heels without another word, and leaves us two helpless
+maids a-standing there.  Dolly and me, we got over the gate into the
+stubble-field, and hid behind the hedge; and presently we saw some'at
+a-coming down the lane, but I thought it came mortal slow for a mad
+bull.  And when it got a bit nigh, lo and behold! it was Widow Goodwin's
+old dun cow, as had strayed.  There she was coming down the lane as
+peaceable as could be, and staying by nows and thens to crop the grass
+by the roadside.  We'd a good laugh at the mad bull, Dolly and me; and
+then says I to Dolly, `Let's go and hunt out Robin.'  So we turned back,
+but nought of him could we see till we came to the big bean-field, and
+then a voice comes through the hedge, `Is he by, maids?'  Eh, but he is
+a coward!  Did you think he'd been so white-livered as that?"  Farmer
+Lavender laughed heartily.  Jenny was exceedingly disgusted.  She tried
+to persuade herself that Fortune's tale was over-coloured, perhaps
+spiteful.  But one and another present chimed in with anecdotes of
+Featherstone's want of moral and physical courage, till disbelief became
+impossible.
+
+"How will he get along in France, think you?" said Fortune.  "They've
+naught but frogs to eat there, have they?"
+
+On that point the company was divided, being all equally ignorant.  But
+Farmer Lavender's good sense came to the rescue.
+
+"Why," said he, "Jenny here tells me Colonel Wyndham's got a Frenchman
+to his cook; and he'd make a poor cook if he'd never dressed nought but
+frogs, I reckon."
+
+"They'll have a bit o' bread to 'em, like as not," suggested the
+waggoner.
+
+"Well, I must be going," said Fortune, rising.  "Jenny, what's come of
+your grand gown as Mrs Jane gave you?  We looked to see you in it this
+Sunday.  Folks 'll think it's all a make-up if you put it off so long."
+
+"'Tisn't finished making up," said Kate, laughing.
+
+"You'll see me in it next Sunday, if you choose to look," replied Jenny,
+in a rather affronted tone.
+
+She was put out by Fortune's hint that the dress was considered a
+fiction; and she was thoroughly annoyed by the story about
+Featherstone's cowardly conduct.  Bravery was one of the qualities that
+Jenny particularly admired; and she could not help feeling angry with
+Featherstone for thus lowering himself in her esteem.  She thought of it
+many times during the week, when she was altering the flowered tabby to
+fit herself, and by the time that the dress was finished, Jenny's regard
+for Robin Featherstone was about finished also.  Love she had never had
+for him; but he had flattered her vanity, and she liked it.
+
+The next Sunday morning came, and Jenny dressed herself in the flowered
+tabby, with a pink bow on her muslin tippet.  With a gratified sense of
+pride, she passed Fortune and Dolly Campion on her way up the
+churchyard; not less gratified to hear their respective whispers.
+
+"Well, it wasn't a make-up, then!" said Dolly, in a rather disappointed
+tone.
+
+"Dear heart! isn't she fine?" responded Fortune.
+
+Little did Jenny Lavender think, as she passed up the aisle to her
+father's pew, that the Jenny who entered that church was never to leave
+it again.  There was a stranger in the pulpit that day--a man of a very
+different sort from the usual preacher.  He was an old man, and the
+style of his sermon was old-fashioned.  Instead of being a learned and
+closely-reasoned discourse, seasoned with scraps of Latin, or a
+political essay on the events of the day, it was a sermon such as had
+been more common in the beginning of the century--simple, almost
+conversational, striking, and full of Gospel truth.  Such a sermon Jenny
+Lavender had never heard before.
+
+The text was Genesis, chapter 32, verse 26: "I will not let Thee go,
+except Thou bless me."  The preacher told his hearers in a plain
+fashion, without any learned disquisitions or flowery phrases, what
+blessing meant; that for God to bless a man was to give him, not what he
+wished, but what he really needed for his soul's welfare; that many
+things which men thought blessings, were really evils, and that all
+which did not help a man towards God, only hurried him faster on the
+road to perdition.  He told them that Christ was God's greatest
+blessing, His unspeakable gift; and that he who received Him was in
+truth possessed of all things.  When he came near the end of his sermon,
+he bent forward over the pulpit cushion, and spoke with affectionate
+earnestness to his hearers.
+
+"Now, brethren, how many here this day," he said, "are ready to speak
+these words unto the Lord?  How many of you earnestly desire His
+blessing?  What, canst thou not get so far, poor soul?  Be thine hands
+so weak that thou canst not hold Him?  Be thy feet so feeble that thou
+canst not creep thus far up the ladder at the top whereof He standeth?
+Well, then, let us see if thou canst reach the step beneath--`Lord, I
+most earnestly desire Thy salvation.'  Or is this too far for thy foot
+to stretch?  Canst thou say but, `Lord, I desire Thy salvation,' however
+feeble and faint thy desire be?  Poor sinful soul, art thou so chained
+and weak, that thou canst not come even so far?  Then see if thy
+trembling foot will not reach the lowest step of all: `Lord, make me to
+desire Thy salvation.'  Surely, howsoever sunk in the mire, and
+howsoever blind thou be, thou canst ask to be lifted forth, and to have
+sight given thee.  Brethren, will ye not so do?  When ye fall to your
+prayers this even, ere ye sleep, will ye not say so much as this?  Yea,
+will ye not go further, and run up the ladder, and cry with a mighty
+voice, `I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me'?"
+
+When Jenny Lavender came out of church, she stood on the second step of
+the ladder.  She scarcely heard Abigail Walker's taunt of "Well, if Mrs
+Jane did give her the gown, I'll go bail she stole that pink ribbon."
+Such things were far beneath one who had set foot on that ladder.  And
+Jenny did not stay at the bottom; she ran up fast.  By the time that she
+knelt down at her bedside for her evening prayers, she had come to the
+fourth step--"I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me."
+
+The last atom of Jenny's old admiration for Robin Featherstone, which
+had been already shaken, vanished that day.  The Spirit of God, who had
+touched her heart through the preacher, led her to see that folly,
+vanity, and frivolity were utterly out of concord with Him.  And then
+came a feeling of regret for the unkind flippancy with which she had
+treated Tom Fenton.  Jenny knew that Tom was a Christian man; it had
+been one reason why she despised him, so long as she was not herself a
+Christian woman.  There was a gulf between them now, and of her own
+digging.  Tom had given over coming to the farm except on business; he
+gave her a kindly "Good morrow!" when they met, but it was no more than
+he gave to Kate, or any other girl of his acquaintance; and Jenny saw
+nothing of him beyond that.  On every side she heard his praises, as a
+doer of brave and kindly actions.  She knew that, apart from the mere
+outside, there was not a man to be compared to Tom Fenton in the whole
+neighbourhood.  It was bitter to reflect that the time had been when Tom
+was ready to put himself and all he had at her feet, and she had only
+her own folly to thank that it was over.  No wonder Jenny grew graver,
+and looked older than she used to be.  Her father was uneasy about her;
+he feared she was either ill or unhappy, and consulted his sensible old
+mother.
+
+"Nay," said Mrs Lavender, "Jenny's not took bad; and as for her
+sadness, it's just womanhood coming to her.  Don't you spoil it, Joe.
+The furnace burns up the dross, and let it go!  It won't hurt the good
+gold."
+
+"You don't think then, mother, there's any fear of the dear lass going
+into a waste, like?" asked Farmer Lavender anxiously.
+
+"No, Joe, I don't; I'll let you know when I do.  At this present I think
+she's only coming to her senses a bit."
+
+The old preacher appeared no more in the pulpit at Darlaston; but so far
+as Jenny Lavender was concerned, he had done the work for which he was
+sent there.  Jenny had not a single Christian friend except old Persis
+Fenton; and she kept away from Tom's aunt, just because she was his
+aunt.  She was therefore shut up to her Bible, which she read
+diligently; and perhaps she grew all the faster because she was watered
+direct from the Fountain-Head.  Old Mrs Lavender was wise in a moral
+sense, but not in a spiritual one, beyond having a general respect for
+religion, and a dislike to any thing irreverent or profane.  Farmer
+Lavender shared this with her; but he looked on piety as a Sunday thing,
+too good to use every day.  So Jenny stood alone in her own family.
+
+While all this was passing at the farm, Colonel Lane and Mrs Jane were
+speeding, post-haste, to France.  The Colonel explained to Featherstone,
+whom alone of his servants he took with him, that he and his sister
+having had the honour of performing an important service to the King,
+their lives were in danger from the resentment of the Parliamentary
+party.
+
+The King himself was now safe at Paris, where they hoped to join him;
+and on arriving there, if Featherstone wished to return home, he thought
+there was no doubt that he could get a passage for him in the suite of
+some person journeying to England.  If, on the contrary, he preferred to
+remain in France, the Colonel would willingly retain his services.
+
+"I have entered into arrangements," he concluded, "whereby my rents will
+be secure, and will be remitted to me from time to time while we remain
+in France.  I trust it may not be long ere the King shall be restored,
+and we can go back with him."
+
+Featherstone requested a little time to think the matter over.  He
+certainly had no desire to leave the Colonel before reaching Paris, a
+city which he wished to see beyond all others.
+
+"Ay, take your time," answered the Colonel.  "My sister will provide
+herself with a woman when we arrive thither.  In truth, it was not for
+her own sake, but for Jenny's, that she left her at home."
+
+This conversation confirmed Featherstone in two opinions which he
+already entertained.  First, he was satisfied that an understanding had
+been arrived at between the Colonel and his friend Mr Chadderton,
+whereby the latter was to remit the Colonel's rents under colour of
+keeping the estates for himself.  Secondly, he was more convinced than
+ever that Will Jackson had played the traitor, and that it was through
+him the Parliament had been made aware of the Colonel's service to the
+King's cause, whatever it might be.
+
+Dover was reached in safety, and the party embarked on board the
+_Adventure_ for Calais.  It took them twenty hours to cross; and before
+ten of them were over, Robin Featherstone would have been thankful to be
+set down on the most uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean, with no
+prospect of ever seeing Paris or anything else, might he but have been
+safe upon dry land.  It was in a very limp, unstarched condition of mind
+and body that he landed on the Calais quay.  Colonel Lane, an old
+traveller, and an excellent sailor, was rather disposed to make merry at
+poor Robin's expense; for toothache and sea-sickness are maladies for
+which a man rarely meets with much sympathy.
+
+They slept the last night at Saint Denis, where the Colonel encountered
+an old acquaintance, an English gentleman who was just starting for
+Paris, and who assured the Colonel that he should communicate the news
+of his approach to the King.
+
+"Truly, I am weary of horse-riding as I may well be," said Mrs Jane, as
+she mounted the next morning, to traverse the eight miles which lie
+between Saint Denis and Paris.  "Poor little Jenny Lavender! 'tis well I
+brought her not withal; she would have been dog-weary ere we had won
+thus far."
+
+For this short distance Mrs Jane rode by herself, the Colonel mounting
+another horse beside her.  Featherstone followed, and a French youth
+came last, conducting the baggage-horse.  Rather more than half the
+distance to the capital had been traversed, when a large cavalcade was
+seen approaching.  It consisted of a number of gentlemen on horseback,
+preceding one of the large cumbrous coaches then in common use, in which
+sat two ladies and a little girl.  The coach was drawn by six heavy
+Flanders mares, which went at so leisurely a pace that they could easily
+be accompanied by a crowd of French sight-seers who ran before, behind,
+and all around them.
+
+As soon as the two parties came within sight of each other, one of the
+gentlemen who preceded the coach rode forward and met the travellers,
+pulling off his hat as he came up to them.  Featherstone perceived that
+he was Lord Wilmot.
+
+"How do you, Colonel Lane?" he said.  "Mrs Jane, your most obedient!  I
+pray you be in readiness for the high honour which awaits you.  His
+Majesty comes himself to meet you, with the Princes his brothers, and
+the Queen in her coach, desiring to do you as much honour, and give you
+as good a welcome as possible."
+
+"We are vastly beholden to their Majesties," replied Colonel Lane,
+looking as pleased as he felt, which was very much: for the honour thus
+paid to him was most unusual, and showed that the young King and his
+mother considered his service an important one.  "Featherstone!" he
+called, looking back, "keep you close behind, or we may lose you."
+
+Featherstone tried hard to obey, but found the order difficult of
+execution.  The crowd was only bent on seeing the meeting, and cared not
+a straw whether Featherstone were lost or not.  He knew not a word of
+French, and was aware that if he did lose his master, he would probably
+have no little trouble in finding him again.  Moreover, he was very
+curious to see the King--partly on Kate Lavender's principle, of
+afterwards having it to talk about.  Just at that awkward moment his
+horse took to curvetting, and he had enough to do to manage him.  He was
+vaguely conscious that one of the riders, who sat on a fine black horse,
+had come forward beyond the rest, and was cordially shaking hands with
+Mrs Jane and the Colonel.  He heard this gentleman say, "Welcome, my
+life, my fair preserver!" and dimly fancied that the voice was familiar.
+Then, having reduced his horse to decent behaviour, he lifted up his
+eyes and saw--Will Jackson.
+
+Will Jackson, and none other, though now clad in very different garb!
+He it was who sat that black barb so royally; the King's plumed hat was
+in his left hand, while the right held that of Mrs Jane.  It was at
+Will Jackson's words of thanks that she was smiling with such delight;
+it was he before whom Colonel Lane bent bare-headed to his saddlebow.
+The awkward lout who had never been in a gentleman's service, the
+ignorant clown, fresh from the plough-tail, the Roundhead, the traitor,
+had all vanished as if they had never been, and in their stead was King
+Charles the Second, smilingly complimenting the friends to whose care
+and caution he owed his safety.  If the earth would have opened and
+swallowed him up, Featherstone thought he would have been thankful.  But
+a worse ordeal was before him.  As he sat on his now quiet horse, gazing
+open-mouthed and open-eyed, the King saw him, and the old twinkle, which
+Featherstone knew, came into the dark eyes.
+
+"Ha!  I see an old friend yonder," said he comically.  "I pray you,
+fetch my fellow-servant up to speak with me."
+
+Poor Featherstone was laid hold of, pulled off his horse, and pushed
+forward close to that of the King.
+
+"How do, Robin?" asked the merry monarch, who heartily enjoyed a little
+affair of this sort.  "Nay, look not so scared, man--I am not about to
+cut off thine head."
+
+Featherstone contrived to mumble out something in which "forgive" was
+the only word audible.
+
+"Forgive thee! what for?" said King Charles.  "For that thou knewest me
+not, and tookest me for a Roundhead?  Why, man, it was just then the
+finest service thou couldst have done me.  I have nought to forgive thee
+for save a glass of the best ale ever I drank, that thou drewest for me
+at breakfast on the morrow of my departing.  Here, some of you"--His
+Majesty plunged both hands in turn into his pockets, and, as usual,
+found them empty.  "What a plague is this money!  Can none of you lend
+me a few louis?"
+
+The pockets of the suite proved to be almost as bare as those of the
+King.  The Duke of Hamilton managed to find a half-louis (which he well
+knew he should never see again); Queen Henrietta was applied to in her
+coach, but in vain, as she either had no money, or did not choose to
+produce it, well knowing her son's extravagance and thoughtlessness.
+Colonel Lane had a sovereign, which he furnished.  The King held them
+out to Featherstone.
+
+"There!" he said, "keep somewhat for thyself, and give somewhat to the
+little dairy-maid that took my part, and would have had me knock thee
+down.  Tell her she'll make a brave soldier for my Guards, when all the
+men are killed.  Divide it as thou wilt.  Nay, but I must have a token
+for pretty Mrs Jenny."  His Majesty cast his eyes about, and they fell
+on his plumed hat.  Without a minute's consideration he loosened the
+diamond buckle.  "Give her that," said he, "and tell her the King
+heartily agrees with her that Will Jackson's an ill-looking fellow."
+
+It was just like King Charles to give away a diamond buckle, when
+neither he nor his suite had money to pay for necessaries.  Robin
+Featherstone stepped back into the crowd, where he was pretty well
+hustled and pushed about before he regained his horse; but he managed to
+keep fast hold of the money and the diamond clasp.  He was rather
+troubled what to do with them.  The jewel had so pointedly been intended
+for Jenny, that he could scarcely help dealing rightly in that instance;
+but the division of the money was not so clear.  A man who was just and
+generous would have given the sovereign to Fortune, and have kept the
+half-louis (worth about 8 shillings 6 pence) for himself; but Feathers
+tone was not generous, and not particularly anxious to be just.  The
+portion to be appropriated to Fortune dwindled in his thoughts, until it
+reached half-a-crown, and there for very shame's sake it stayed.
+
+"And why not?" demanded Mr Featherstone of his conscience, when it made
+a feeble remonstrance.  "Did not His Majesty say, `Divide it as thou
+list'?  Pray who am I, that I am not to obey His Majesty?"
+
+Had His Majesty's order been a little less in accordance with his own
+inclinations, perhaps Mr Featherstone would not have found it so
+incumbent on him to obey it.  It is astonishing how easy a virtue
+becomes when it runs alongside a man's interest and choice.
+Featherstone had never learned self-denial; and that is a virtue nearly
+as hard to exercise without practice as it would be to play a tune on a
+musical instrument which the player had never handled before.  In that
+wonderful allegory, the _Holy War_--which is less read than its
+companion, the _Pilgrim's Progress_, but deserves it quite as much--
+Bunyan represents Self-Denial as a plain citizen of Mansoul, of whom
+Prince Immanuel made first a captain, and then a lord.  But he would
+never have been selected for either honour, if he had not first done his
+unobtrusive duty as a quiet citizen.  Self-denial and self-control are
+not commonly admired virtues just now.  Yet he is a very poor man who
+has not these most valuable possessions.
+
+Robin Featherstone stayed with the Colonel just as long as it suited
+himself, and until he had exhausted such pleasures as he could have in
+Paris without knowing a word of the French language, which he was too
+lazy to learn.  What a vast amount of good, not to speak of pleasure,
+men lose by laziness!  When this point was reached, Featherstone told
+the Colonel that he wished to return to England; and Colonel Lane, who,
+happily for himself, was not lazy, set things in train, and procured for
+Robert a passage to England in the service of a gentleman who was going
+home.
+
+"I wonder how little Jenny's going on," said our idle friend to himself,
+as he drew near Bentley.  "I might do worse than take little Jenny.  I
+only hope she hasn't taken up with that clod-hopper Fenton while I've
+been away, for want of a better.  I almost think I'll have her.  Dolly
+Campion's like to have more money, 'tis true; but it isn't so much more,
+and she's got an ugly temper with it.  I shouldn't like a wife with a
+temper--I've a bit too much myself; and two fires make it rather hot in
+a house.  (Mr Featherstone did not trouble himself to wonder how far
+Jenny, or any other woman, might like a husband with a temper.)  Ay, I
+think I'll take Jenny--all things considered.  I might look about me a
+bit first, though.  There's no hurry."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SIX.
+
+WHEREIN JENNY MAKES HER LAST MISTAKE.
+
+"I marvel Tom and Jenny Lavender doesn't make it up," said Persis
+Fenton, as she laid the white cloth for supper on her little table.
+"Here's Jenny got a fine sensible young woman, with God's grace in her
+heart (more than ever I looked for), and Tom goes on living in that
+cottage all by his self, and never so much as casts an eye towards her--
+and that fond of her as he'd used to be, afore, too!  Tony, man, don't
+you think it's a bit queer?"
+
+"I think," said old Anthony, looking up from his big Bible, which he was
+reading by the fireside, "I think, Persis, we'd best leave the Lord to
+govern His own world.  He hasn't forgot that Tom's in it, I reckon, nor
+Jenny neither."
+
+"Well, no--but one'd like to help a bit," said Persis, lifting off the
+pan to dish up her green pudding, which was made of suet and
+bread-crumbs, marigolds and spinach, eggs and spice.
+
+"Folks as thinks they're helping sometimes hinders," replied Anthony,
+quietly taking off his great horn spectacles, and putting them away in
+the case.
+
+"Tell you what, Tony, I hate to see anything wasted," resumed Persis,
+after grace had been said.  "If there's only an end of thread over, I
+can't abear to cast it away; I wind it on an old bobbin, thinking it'll
+come in some time."
+
+"The Lord never wastes nothing, wife," was Anthony's answer.  "See how
+He grows plants in void places, and clothes the very ruins with
+greenery.  It's always safe to trust Him with a man's life."
+
+"Ay," half assented Persis, "but it do seem a waste like of them young
+things' happiness."
+
+"Where didst thou ever read in the Word, Persis, as happiness was the
+first thing for a man to look to?  The Lord's glory comes first, and
+then usefulness to our fellows, a long way afore happiness.  Bless the
+Lord, He do make it happy work for man to seek His glory--and that's
+what Tom doth.  I'll trust the Lord to see to his happiness."
+
+Just as the green puddings came out of the pan, Tom Fenton turned into
+the lane leading up to his own home, having been engaged in delivering a
+work-table that he had made for the Vicar's wife.  It was a beautiful
+day at the end of October, very warm for the time of year, and the sun
+was near its setting.  As Tom came to a turn in the lane, he saw a short
+distance before him, up a bye-road which led past Farmer Lavender's
+house, a solitary girlish figure, walking slowly, and now and then
+stopping to gather something from the bank.  A slight quickening of his
+steps, and a turn into the bye-road, soon brought him up with the
+solitary walker.
+
+"Good even, Jenny!"
+
+"Good even, Tom!"
+
+For some seconds they walked abreast without any further speech.  Then
+Tom said--
+
+"I've just been up to parson's."
+
+"Oh, have you?" replied Jenny, a little nervously.
+
+"Their Dorcas saith she's heard as Featherstone's back."
+
+"Is he so?" said Jenny, in a still more constrained tone.
+
+"Didn't like it in France, from what she heard."
+
+"Very like not," murmured Jenny.
+
+"He's got a place with Mr Chadderton--the young gentleman who was
+married of late, and who's coming to live at Bentley Hall; so you're
+like to see a bit of him again."
+
+"I don't want to see him," said Jenny suddenly.  "I'd as lief he didn't
+come nigh me."
+
+"You was used to like him middling well wasn't you, Jenny?"
+
+Before Jenny could answer, the very person of whom they were speaking
+appeared at a turn of the lane, coming towards them.
+
+"Mrs Jenny Lavender, as I live!" said he.  "Now, this is luck!  I was
+on my way to the farm--"
+
+"With your back to it?" asked Tom.
+
+Mr Featherstone ignored both Tom and the question.
+
+"Mrs Jenny, since I had the delight of sunning myself in your fair
+eyes, I have had the high honour of beholding His Most Gracious Majesty
+King Charles, who was pleased to command me to deliver into your white
+hands a jewel which His Majesty detached from his own hat.  He--"
+
+"Me!" exclaimed Jenny, in so astounded a tone as to remind Featherstone
+that he was beginning his story at the wrong end.
+
+"Oh, of course you know not," he said, a little put out, for his speech
+had been carefully studied, though he had forgotten the peroration,
+"that His Majesty is Will Jackson.  I mean, Will Jackson was His
+Majesty.  At least--"
+
+"Are you quite sure you know what you do mean, Mr Featherstone?"
+demanded Tom.  "Sounds as if you'd got a bit mixed up, like.  Is it the
+King you've seen, or is't Will Jackson?"
+
+Tom rather suspected that Featherstone was not quite sober.  But he was,
+though between annoyance and self-exaltation he was behaving rather
+oddly.
+
+"Look here!" he said angrily, holding out the diamond clasp.  "Was Will
+Jackson like to give me such as this for Mrs Jenny?  I tell you, His
+Majesty the King gave it me with his own hand."
+
+Suddenly Tom's conscience spoke.  "Are you acting like a Christian man,
+Tom Fenton?" it said.  "Have you any right to work Featherstone up into
+a passion, however foolish he may have been?  Is that charitable? is it
+Christ-like?"
+
+"Very good, Mr Featherstone," said Tom quietly.
+
+"I ask your pardon, and I'll relieve you of my company.  Good night--
+Good night, Jenny."
+
+Jenny could have cried with disappointment.  She was afraid that Tom was
+vexed with her, and wholly unwilling to be left to the society of
+Featherstone.  As to the diamond buckle, she did not half believe the
+story.  Tom's action, however, had its effect upon Featherstone.
+
+"Don't you believe me, Mrs Jenny?" he said more gently.  "I doubt I've
+made a mess of my story, but 'tis really true.  Will Jackson was the
+King himself in disguise, and he bade me bring that to you, and tell you
+that he entirely agreed with you that Will was an ill-looking fellow."
+
+When Jenny really understood the truth, she was overwhelmed.  Was it
+possible that she had actually told King Charles to his face that she
+considered him ugly?  Of course she was pleased with the gift in itself,
+and with his kindly pardon of her impertinence.
+
+"But, eh dear!" she said, turning round the clasp, which flashed and
+glistened as it was moved, "such as this isn't fit for the likes of me!"
+
+Farmer Lavender was exceedingly pleased to see the clasp and hear its
+story, and in his exultation gave Featherstone a general invitation to
+"turn in and see them whenever he'd a mind."
+
+"Why, Jenny!" cried Kate, "you'll have to hand that down to your
+grandchildren!"
+
+Jenny only smiled faintly as she went upstairs.  She liked the clasp,
+and she liked the gracious feeling which had sent it; but what really
+occupied her more than either was a distressed fear that she had
+offended Tom Fenton.  He never came to the farm now.  The only hope she
+had of seeing him lay in an accidental meeting.
+
+Sunday came, and Jenny dressed herself in the flowered tabby, tying her
+tippet this time with blue ribbons.  When she came into the kitchen
+ready to go to church, her sister's eyes scanned her rather curiously.
+"Why, Jenny, where's your clasp?"
+
+"What clasp?" asked Jenny innocently.  Her thoughts were elsewhere.
+
+"What clasp!" repeated Kate, with a burst of laughter.  "Why, the clasp
+King Charles sent you, for sure.  Have you got so many diamond clasps
+you can't tell which it is?"
+
+"Oh!--Why, Kate, I couldn't put it on."
+
+"What for no?  If a King sent me a diamond, I'd put it on, you take my
+word for it!--ay, and where it'd show too."
+
+"I'd rather not," said Jenny in a low voice.  "Not for church, anyhow."
+
+"Going to save it for your wedding-day?"  Jenny felt very little
+inclined for jests; the rather since she was beginning to feel extremely
+doubtful if she would ever have any wedding-day at all.  She felt
+instinctively that a jewel such as King Charles's clasp was not fit for
+her to wear.  Tom would not like to see it, she well knew; he detested
+anything which looked like ostentation.  And, perhaps, Christ would not
+like it too.  Would it not interfere with the wearing of that other
+ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, with which He desired His
+handmaidens to adorn themselves?  Jenny resolved that she would not put
+on the clasp.
+
+"No, Kate, I shouldn't like to wear it," she said quietly.  "I've got it
+put by safe, and you can see it whenever you have a mind: but it's best
+there."
+
+"Thou'rt right, my lass," said old Mrs Lavender.
+
+"Well, I shouldn't like you to lose it, of course," admitted Kate.
+
+Jenny fancied, and with a heavy heart, that Tom carefully avoided
+speaking to her in the churchyard.  Old Anthony and Persis had a kind
+word for her, but though Tom went away in their company, carrying his
+aunt's books, he never came up to speak with Jenny.  It distressed her
+the more because Kate said afterwards:
+
+"Have you had words with Tom Fenton, Jenny?  I asked him if he'd a
+grudge against you, that he never spoke."
+
+"What did he say?" asked Jenny quickly.
+
+"He didn't say neither yea nor nay," answered Kate, laughing.
+
+The afternoon brought several young people, and there was, as usual,
+plenty of mirth and chatter.  Jenny felt utterly out of tune for it, and
+slipped out of the back door into the lane.  She went slowly up, feeling
+very low-spirited, and wondering what God was going to do with her.
+When she came to the gate of the bean-field--the place where Tom had
+overtaken her a few evenings before--she stopped, and resting her arms
+upon the gate, watched the sun sinking slowly to the west.  Thinking
+herself quite alone, she said aloud, sorrowfully--"Oh dear!  I wonder if
+I've never done anything but make mistakes all my life!"
+
+"Ay, we made one the other night, didn't we?" said a voice behind her.
+
+Jenny kept her start to herself.
+
+"Yes, we did, Tom," she replied soberly.
+
+"I've made a many afore now," said Tom gravely.
+
+"Not so many as me," answered Jenny, sorrowfully.
+
+"Tell me your biggest, Jenny, and you shall hear mine."
+
+"There's no doubt of that, Tom.  The biggest mistake ever I made was
+when I fancied God's service was all gloom and dismalness."
+
+"Right you are, Jenny.  That's about the biggest anybody can make.  But
+what was the second, now?"
+
+"Oh look, Tom, those, lovely colours!" cried Jenny, suddenly seized with
+a fervent admiration for the sunset.  "Them red streaks over the gold,
+and the purple away yonder--isn't it beautiful?"
+
+"It is, indeed.  But that second mistake, Jenny?"
+
+"Nay, I was to hear your biggest, you know," said Jenny slily.
+
+"Well, Jenny, the biggest mistake ever I made, next after that biggest
+of all that you spoke of just now--was to fancy that I could forget
+Jenny Lavender, my old love."
+
+Two hours afterwards, the door of old Anthony's cottage opened about an
+inch.
+
+"Uncle Anthony, are you there?"
+
+"Ay, lad.  Come in, Tom."
+
+"Don't want to come in.  I only want to tell you that the Lord's given
+me back the greatest thing I ever gave up for Him."
+
+Old Anthony understood in a moment.
+
+"Ay so, Tom?  I'm fain for thee.  And thou'lt be glad all thy life long,
+my lad, that thou waited for the Lord to give it thee, and didn't snatch
+it like out of His hand.  We're oft like children, that willn't wait
+till the fruit be ripe, but makes theirselves ill by eating it green.
+And when folks does that, there's no great pleasure in the eating, and a
+deal of pain at after."
+
+"That's true.  Well, good night, Uncle Anthony.  I thought I'd just let
+you know."
+
+"I'm right glad to know it, my dear lad.  Good night, and God bless
+thee!"
+
+It was not for nine years that the Lanes came back to Bentley Hall.
+Their lives would have been in danger had they done so at an earlier
+date.  They came back with King Charles--when Oliver Cromwell was dead,
+and his son Richard had shown himself unfit to govern, and a season of
+general tumult and uncertainty had brought England into readiness to
+accept any firm hand upon the helm, and an inclination to look longingly
+to the son of her ancient Kings, as the one above all others given by
+God to govern her.  But she had made the terrible mistake of first
+driving him away into lands where he found little morality and less
+religion, and it was to her woeful hurt that he came back.
+
+It was on a beautiful June evening that the Lanes returned to Bentley:
+and the old master of the Hall only came back to die.  Colonel Lane was
+looking much older, and his mother was now an infirm old woman.  Mrs
+Jane, a blooming matron of thirty, came with her husband, Sir Clement
+Fisher, of Packington Hall, Warwickshire, a great friend of her brother,
+and like him an exile for the King.
+
+Charles did not forget the service done him by the Lanes, nor leave it
+unrewarded, as he did that of some of his best friends.  He settled on
+Lady Fisher an annuity of a thousand pounds, with half that sum to her
+brother; and he presented Colonel Lane with his portrait, and a handsome
+watch (a valuable article at that time), which he desired might descend
+in the family, being enjoyed for life by each eldest daughter of the
+owner of Bentley Hall.  They are still preserved by the Lane family.
+
+A few days after the Lanes returned, Jenny Fenton stood washing and
+singing in the back yard of the cottage.  Tom's work-shed ran along one
+side of it, and there he was carefully fitting the back of a chair to
+its seat, while a younger Tom, and a still more youthful Joe, were as
+diligently building a magnificent sailing-vessel in the corner.  A woman
+of middle age came up to the door, lifted her hand as if to knock,
+stepped back, and seemed uncertain how to act.  A child of six years
+old, at that moment, ran round the cottage, and looked up in surprise at
+the stranger standing before the door.
+
+"Little maid, what is thy name?" said the stranger.
+
+A little doubtful whether the stranger, who in her eyes was a very grand
+lady, was about to hear her say her catechism, the small child put her
+hands meekly together, and said--
+
+"Molly, please."
+
+"Molly what?" pursued the stranger, with a smile.
+
+"Molly Fenton, please."
+
+"That will do.  Where's mother?"
+
+"Please, she's a-washing at the back."
+
+"Is that she that singeth?"
+
+"Yes, that's her," returned Molly, carefully avoiding grammar.
+
+The song came floating to them through the balmy June air.
+
+  "`O God, my strength, and fortitude,
+  Of force I must love Thee!
+  Thou art my castle and defence
+  In my necessity.'"
+
+The strange lady sighed, much to Molly's perplexity; then she rapped at
+the door.  It was opened by Jenny, who stood with an inquiring look on
+her face, which asked the visitor plainly to say who she was.
+
+"You don't know me, then, Jenny Lavender?"
+
+"No, Ma-- Dear heart! is it Mrs Millicent?"
+
+"It is Millicent Danbury, Jenny.  And I am Millicent Danbury still,
+though you are Jenny Fenton."
+
+"Pray you, come within, Mrs Millicent," said Jenny cordially.  "I'm
+right glad to see you.  There's been a many changes since we met--Molly,
+dust that chair, quick, and bring it up for the gentlewoman."
+
+"Ay," said Millicent, with another sigh, as she sat down in the heavy
+Windsor chair which it required all Molly's strength to set for her;
+"there are many changes, Jenny, very many, since you and I lived
+together at Bentley Hall."
+
+"Not for the worser, are they?" replied Jenny cheerfully.
+
+"Ah!  I'm not so sure of that, Jenny," answered Millicent.
+
+"Well, I'm nowise afeard of changes," said Jenny, in the same bright
+tone.  "The Lord means His people good by all the changes He sends.
+Mrs Millicent, won't you tarry a while and sup your four-hours with
+us?"
+
+The meal which our ancestors called "four-hours" answered to our tea;
+but tea had not yet been introduced into England, though it was very
+soon to be so.  They drank, therefore, either milk, or weak home-brewed
+ale.
+
+"With all my heart," was the reply, "if I'm not in your way, Jenny.  You
+are washing, I see."
+
+"I've done for to-day, and Tom and me'll be as pleased as can be if
+you'll take a bit with us, Mrs Millicent.  Molly, child, fetch forth
+the table-cloth, and get the salt-cellar, and then run and tell
+father.--She's a handy little maid for her years," added Jenny, with
+motherly pride.
+
+Millicent smiled rather sadly.  "You are a happy woman, Jenny!" she
+said.
+
+"Bless the Lord, so I am!" echoed Jenny.  "It's the Lord's blessing
+makes folks happy."
+
+"Say you so?--then maybe that is why I am not," said Millicent, rather
+bitterly.  "I don't know much of the Lord."
+
+"That's a trouble can be mended," said Jenny softly; "and you'll be main
+glad when it is, take my word for it."
+
+"I don't know how to set about it, Jenny."
+
+"Why, dear heart! how do you set about knowing anybody?  Go and see 'em,
+don't you, and talk with 'em, and get 'em to do things for you?  The
+good Lord always keeps His door open, and turns away none as come."
+
+At that moment Tom came in, with a hearty welcome to his guest.  Jenny,
+helped by Molly, bustled about, setting the table, and cutting bread and
+butter, while Tom drew the ale; and they had just sat down when a little
+rap came on the door.
+
+"Anybody at home here?" asked a bright voice.  Jenny knew it at once.
+
+"O Mrs Jane!--I crave pardon, my Lady!--pray you come in, and do us the
+honour to sit down in our house."
+
+"I'll do you more honour than that," said Lady Fisher comically, as she
+came forward.  "I'll eat that bread and butter, if you'll give it me,
+for I have been a great way afoot, and I am as hungry as a hunter."
+
+"I pray you take a chair, madam, and do us so much pleasure," said
+smiling Jenny.  "I have here in the oven a cake but just ready to come
+forth, made the Princess Elizabeth's way, His Majesty's sister, and I
+shall be proud if your ladyship will taste it."
+
+"I'll taste it vastly, if I get the chance," said Lady Fisher, laughing,
+as Jenny took her cake out of the oven.
+
+The Princess Elizabeth was that young gentle girl who had died a
+prisoner at Carisbrooke Castle, a few years after her father's murder,
+her cheek resting on the little Bible which had been his last gift.  Her
+cake was a rich plum-cake, made with cream, eggs, and butter.
+
+"Did you get your other honour, Jenny?" asked Lady Fisher, as she helped
+herself to the cake.
+
+"Madam?" asked Jenny, in some doubt.
+
+"Why, the jewel His Majesty sent you.  I was something inclined to doubt
+Featherstone might forget it."
+
+"Oh yes, madam, I thank you for asking, I have it quite safe.  It was a
+vast surprise to me, and most kind and gracious of His Majesty."
+
+"Well, now I think it was very ungracious in His Majesty," said Lady
+Fisher, laughing.  "I am sure he ought to have sent it to Millicent
+here, who reckoned him a Roundhead and an assassin to boot, if he meant
+to show how forgiving he could be to his enemies."
+
+"Oh!" cried Millicent, clasping her hands, "shall I ever forget how the
+dear King took me by the hand?  To think of having touched the hand of
+His Sacred Majesty--"
+
+"Hold, Millicent! that's a new story," said Lady Fisher.  "Last time I
+heard you tell it, that horrid creature, Will Jackson, only offered to
+take you by the hand.  Has he got it done by now?"
+
+Millicent looked slightly confused, but speedily recovered herself.
+
+"O madam, I think he touched me.  I do think I had the honour of
+touching His Gracious Majesty's little finger, I really do!"
+
+"Really do, by all means, if it makes you happier; _I've_ no objection.
+Jenny, I shall eat up all your cake.  It is fit to be set before the
+Queen.  Millicent, I wonder you can find in your heart to wash your
+hands."
+
+"Oh, but I _had_ washed them, madam, before I knew," answered Millicent
+regretfully.
+
+"Well, I hope you had," answered Lady Fisher, "seeing there lay nine
+years betwixt.  Heigh ho! time runs away, and we with it.  Seems pity,
+doesn't it!"
+
+"Depends on where we're running to," replied Tom, who had entered
+unseen.  "Children that's running home, when they know their father's
+got a fine present for them, isn't commonly feared of getting there too
+soon."
+
+"But how if folks don't know, Tom?" suggested Jenny, and Millicent's
+eyes reflected her query.
+
+"My dear," answered Tom humbly, "it's not for the likes of me to speak
+afore such as her Ladyship.  But I know what my dear old Uncle Anthony
+was wont to say: `The only way to be certain you're on the way Home is
+to make sure that you are going to your Father; and to do that you must
+go with Him.'  And I doubt if he'd speak different, now that he's got
+Home."
+
+"Ay, I suppose we would all like to have God go with us," said Lady
+Fisher gravely.
+
+"Madam, saving your presence, Uncle was used to say there's a many would
+like vastly well to have God go with them, that isn't half so ready to
+get up and go with God.  David spake well when he said, `Make _Thy_ way
+plain before my face.'  The Lord's way is the sure and safe way, and
+'tis the only one that leads Home."
+
+"I think, Jenny, you _are_ a happy woman," said Lady Fisher, an hour
+later, as she took her leave.  Tom had gone back to his work-shed.
+"Good night; God be with you."
+
+"I am that, Madam, the Lord be praised," answered Jenny.  "But the Lord
+is to be praised for it, for I've done nought all my life but make
+mistakes, until He took hold of me and put me right."
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+Note: That part of the story which relates to King Charles and the Lane
+family is quite true, with the exception of a few small details.
+Authorities differ as to whether the King and Mrs Jane rode to Trent
+House alone, or accompanied by the persons mentioned.  Lord Wilmot
+followed them the whole time, at a safe distance.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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