That same night, within an hour, to my unspeakable relief, John came
home--at least he came to me, who he always said was his home. It was
rather late, but we went out to the wilderness, where I had a good cry on
his shoulder; after which I felt better, and hope began to show signs of
life in me. I never asked him how he had got on in London, but told him
all that had happened since he went. It was worse than painful to tell
him about his mother's letter, and what my uncle told me in consequence
of it, also my personal adventure with her so lately; but I felt I must
hide nothing. If a man's mother is a devil, it is well he should know it.
He sat like a sleeping hurricane while I spoke, saying never a word. When
I had ended,--
“Is that all?” he asked.
“It is all, John: is it not enough?” I answered.
“It is enough,” he cried, with an oath that frightened me, and started to
his feet. The hurricane was awake.
I threw my arms round him.
“Where are you going?” I said.
“To _her_” he answered.
“What for?”
“To _kill_ her,” he said--then threw himself on the ground, and lay
motionless at my feet.
I kept silence. I thought with myself he was fighting the nature his
mother had given him.
He lay still for about two minutes, then quietly rose.
“Good night, dearest!” he said; “--no; good-bye! It is not fit the son of
such a mother should marry any honest woman.”
“I beg your pardon, John!” I returned; “I hope _I_ may have a word in the
matter! If I choose to marry you, what right have you to draw back? Let
us leave alone the thing that has to be, and remember that my uncle must
not be denounced as a murderer! Something must be done. That he is beyond
personal danger for the present is something; but is he to be the talk of
the country?”
“No harm shall come to him,” said John. “If I don't throttle the tigress,
I'll muzzle her. I know how to deal with her. She has learned at least,
that what her stupid son says, he does! I shall make her understand that,
on her slightest movement to disgrace your uncle, I will marry you right
off, come what may; and if she goes on, I shall get myself summoned for
the defence, that, if I can say nothing for _him_, I may say something
against _her_. Besides, I will tell her that, when my time comes, if I
find anything amiss with her accounts, I will give her no quarter.--But,
Orbie,” he continued, “as I will not threaten what I may not be able to
perform, you must promise not to prevent me from carrying it out.”
“I promise,” I said, “that, if it be necessary for your truth, I will
marry you at once. I only hope she may not already have taken steps!”
“Her two days are not yet expired. I shall present myself in good
time.--But I wonder you are not afraid to trust yourself alone with the
son of such a mother!”
“To be what I know you, John,” I answered, “and the son of that woman,
shows a good angel was not far off at your birth. But why talk of angels?
Whoever was your mother, God is your father!”
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