Christian fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"Well," exclaimed Mr. Youle, when he and Bergan had finally succeeded
in escaping from the gratitude of Unwick, and the congratulations of
friends. "I must say, I never saw such a sudden turn of events as
that, in all my legal experience." And after a moment, he added, with
unusual gravity, "It does seem as if the blessing of God were with you,
and your two rules, Arling."
"I hope so," rejoined Bergan, quietly, "for I have learned that I can
do nothing worth doing, without it."
"I really think," mused Mr. Youle, "if I were to live my life over
again, I would adopt your plan. I am afraid that I have helped to save
many a scoundrel from deserved punishment, as well as to rob an honest
man, now and then, of his just rights; and when one comes to look back
on it all, from the stand-point of my age, it does seem as if one might
have been in better business. Yes, I believe you are right, Arling;
and you have my cordial consent from this time forth, to keep on as you
have begun. I confess I thought it was a freak, a whim at first, that
would soon give way to the temptations--what we usually call the
necessities--of actual, steady practice; but I see that you have a
solid principle at the bottom which there's no shaking. Nevertheless,
Arling, you can't expect that your judgment is going to be
infallible,--that you will never mistake the guilty man for the
innocent one, and _vice versa_."
"I do not expect it," answered Bergan, seriously. "Errors in judgment,
I take it for granted that I shall make, being mortal; but errors in
will, I mean to do my best, with God's help, to avoid."
A plain carriage, with a trim African on the box, was in waiting when
the two gentlemen descended the courthouse steps.
"Come, Arling," said Mr. Youle, in a tone of command rather than
invitation, "go home and dine with me; there are several things I want
to talk to you about."
Bergan hesitated; it was easy to see that the plan did not commend
itself to his taste.
"Never rack your brain for excuses; they won't serve," pursued Mr.
Youle, with good-natured peremptoriness; "I mean to take you with me,
whether you will or no. It is time for you to overcome your morbid
dislike of society; besides, you will see no one but my own family."
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