He was so earnest, and so much in love, that Mrs. Ryder pitied him, and wished her husband was in Heaven. "I am very sorry, Tom," said she, softly: "dear me, I did not think you cared so much for me as this. I must just tell you the truth. I have got one in my own country, and I've promised him. I don't care to break my word: and, if I did, he is such a man, I am sure he would kill me for it. Indeed he has told me as much, more than once or twice." "Killing is a game that two can play at." "Ah! but 'tis an ugly game: and I'll have no hand in it. And--don't you be angry with me, Tom--I've known him longest, and--I love him best." By pertinacity and variety in lying, she hit the mark at last. Tom swallowed this figment whole. "That is but reason," said he. "I take my answer, and I wish ye both many happy days together, and well spent." With this he retired, and blubbered a good hour in an outhouse. Tom avoided the castle, and fell into low spirits. He told his mother all, and she advised him to change the air. "You have been too long in one place," said she; "I hate being too long in one place myself." This fired Tom's gipsy blood, and he said he would travel to-morrow, if he could but scrape together money enough to fill a pedlar's pack. He applied for a loan in several quarters, but was denied in all. At last the poor fellow summoned courage to lay his case before Mrs. Gaunt. Ryder's influence procured him an interview. She took him into the drawing-room, and bade him wait there. By and by a pale lady, all in black, glided into the room. He pulled his front hair, and began to stammer something or other. She interrupted him. "Ryder has told me," said she, softly. "I am sorry for you: and I will do what you require. And, to be sure, we need no gamekeeper here now." She then gave him some money, and said she would look him up a few trifles besides, to put in his pack. Toni's mother helped him to lay out this money to advantage, and one day he called at Hernshaw, pack and all, to bid farewell. The servants all laid out something with him for luck: and Mrs. Gaunt sent for him, and gave him a gold thimble, and a pound of tea, and several yards of gold lace, slightly tarnished, and a Queen Anne's guinea. He thanked her heartily. "Ay, Dame," said he, "you had always an open hand, married or single. My heart is heavy at leaving you. But I miss the Squire's kindly face too. Hernshaw is not what it used to be." Mrs. Gaunt turned her head aside, and the man could see his words had made her cry. "My good Thomas," said she, at last, "you are going to travel the country: you might fall in with him." "I might," said Leicester, incredulously.