"From my saddle at your gate, last, Aunt Hannah," said Ishmael, smiling, as he folded her in his embrace. "But I'm so glad to see you, Ishmael! And so surprised! Come in, my dear, dear boy. Shoo! you greedy, troublesome creeturs. You're never satisfied! I wish the shanghais would swallow you!" cried Hannah, speaking first to Ishmael as she cast her arms around his neck; and next to the bantams that had flown up to her shoulders. "I am delighted to see you looking so hearty, ma'am. I declare you are growing quite stout," said Ishmael, affectionately surveying his relation. "Women are apt to, at my age, Ishmael. But come in, my dear boy, come in!" When they entered the cottage she drew Reuben's comfortable armchair up to the fire; and when Ishmael had seated himself she said: "And now! first of all--have you had your breakfast?" "Hours ago, thank you." "Yes; a road-side tavern breakfast. I know what that is. Here, Sam! Sam! Lord, how I do miss Sally, to be sure!" complained Hannah, as she went to the back door and bawled after her factotum. "Sit down and give yourself no trouble. I breakfasted famously at the Beacon." "Oh!" exclaimed Hannah, with a little jealous twinge, "you've been there, have you? That accounts for everything. Well, I suppose it's natural. But when is that affair to come off, Ishmael?" "If you mean my marriage with Miss Middleton, it will not take place until next autumn, Aunt Hannah, as I believe I have already told you." "But haven't you been down there to coax the old man to shorten the time?" "No, ma'am, but with a very different purpose." "A different purpose? What was it? But, law, here I am keeping you talking in your greatcoat! Take it off at once, Ishmael, and be comfortable. And I will make Sam light a fire and carry some hot water in your room." "No, ma'am, do not, please. Believe me it is unnecessary, and indeed quite useless. I have but half an hour to stay." "But half an hour to stay with me! Do you mean to insult me, Ishmael Worth?" demanded Hannah wrathfully. "Certainly not, dear Aunt Hannah," laughed Ishmael, "but I am going to leave the country, and so--" "Going to--what?" "I am going to leave the country quite suddenly, and that is the reason--" "Ishmael Worth! have you robbed a bank or killed a man that you are going to run away from your native land?" exclaimed Hannah indignantly. "Neither, ma'am," laughed Ishmael. "I go with Judge Merlin, on professional business--" "Is that old man going to travel at his age?" "Yes, because--" "The more fool he!" "He goes on very important business." "Very important fiddle-stick's end! The great old baby is pining after his daughter. And he's just made up this excuse of business because he is ashamed to let people know the real reason--as well he may be! But why he should drag you along with him is more than I can guess." "He thinks I can be of service to him, and I shall try." "You'll try to ruin yourself, that's what you'll do!"