When, about seven o'clock on the morning after the delivery of the
verdict, which, if sustained, consigned the Aubreys to beggary, they met
to partake of a slight and hasty breakfast before setting off for
Yatton, the countenances of each bore the traces of great suffering, and
also of the efforts made to conceal it. They saluted each other with
fervent affection, each attempting a smile--but a smile, how wan and
forced! "The moment has arrived, dear Agnes and Kate," said Mr. Aubrey,
with a fond air but a firm voice, as his sister was preparing tea, in
silence, fearful of looking at either her brother or sister-in-law; "the
moment has arrived that is to try what stuff we are made of. If we have
any strength, this is the time to show it!"
"I'm sure I thought of you both almost all night long!" replied Miss
Aubrey, tremulously. "You have a lion's heart, dear Charles; and yet you
are so gentle with us"----
"I should be a poor creature indeed, Kate, to give way just when I ought
to play the man. Come, dear Kate, I will remind you of a noble passage
from our glorious Shakespeare. It braces one's nerves to hear it!" Then,
with a fine impressive delivery, and kindling with excitement as he went
on, Aubrey began--
"In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk?
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements
Like Perseus' horse; where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rivall'd greatness? Either to harbor fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune!--Even so,
Doth valor's show, and valor's worth divide,
In storms of fortune."[3]
'Twas kindly meant of Aubrey; he thought to divert the excited feelings
of his wife and sister, and occupy their imagination with the vivid
imagery and noble sentiment of the poet. While he repeated the above
lines, his sister's eye had been fixed upon him with a radiant
expression of resolution, her heart responding to what she heard. She
could not, however, speak when he had ceased. For herself she cared not;
but when she looked at her brother, and thought of him, his wife, his
children, her fortitude yielded before the moving array, and she burst
into tears.
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