He really did believe she was an idiot; and he founded the belief, I can't say whether consciously or not, upon her being fond of him. "Well! and being there--how are you?" said Tackleton, in his cross way. "Oh! well; quite well. And as happy as even you can wish me to be. As happy as you would make the whole world, if you could!" "Poor idiot!" muttered Tackleton. "No gleam of reason! Not a gleam!" The blind girl took his hand and kissed it; held it for a moment in her own two hands; and laid her cheek against it tenderly, before releasing it. There was such unspeakable affection and such fervent gratitude in the act, that Tackleton himself was moved to say, in a milder growl than usual: "What's the matter now?" "Bertha!" said Tackleton, assuming, for once, a little cordiality. "Come here." "Oh! I can come straight to you. You needn't guide me," she rejoined. "Shall I tell you a secret, Bertha?" "If you will!" she answered, eagerly. How bright the darkened face! How adorned with light the listening head! "This is the day on which little what's-her-name, the spoilt child, Peerybingle's wife, pays her regular visit to you--makes her ridiculous picnic here; ain't it?" said Tackleton, with a strong expression of distaste for the whole concern. "Yes," replied Bertha. "This is the day." "I thought so!" said Tackleton. "I should like to join the party." "Do you hear that, father!" cried the blind girl in delight. "Yes, yes, I hear it," murmured Caleb, with the fixed look of a sleep-walker "but I do not believe it. It's one of my lies, I've no doubt." "You see I--I want to bring the Peerybingles a little more into company with May Fielding," said Tackleton. "I am going to be married to May." "Married!" cried the blind girl, starting from him. "She's such a confounded idiot," muttered Tackleton, "that I was afraid she'd never understand me. Yes, Bertha! Married! Church, parson, clerk, glass-coach, bells, breakfast, bride-cake, favors, marrow-bones, cleavers, and all the rest of the tomfoolery. A wedding, you know; a wedding. Don't you know what a wedding is?" "I know," replied the blind girl, in a gentle tone. "I understand!" "Do you?" muttered Tackleton. "It's more than I expected. Well, on that account I want you to join the party, and to bring May and her mother. I'll send a little something or other, before the afternoon. A cold leg of mutton, or some comfortable trifle of that sort. You'll expect me?" "Yes," she answered. She had drooped her head, and turned away; and so stood, with her hands crossed, musing. "I don't think you will," muttered Tackleton, looking at her; "for you seem to have forgotten all about it already. Caleb!" "I may venture to say, I'm here, I suppose," thought Caleb. "Sir!" "Take care she don't forget what I've been saying to her." "_She_ never forgets," returned Caleb. "It's one of the few things she ain't clever in."