"I am most wretched," he said mournfully; "and no trouble comes alone. Of all the days in all the years, why should Madame Jacobus have to take herself out of town yesterday? It is almost incredible, and she could, and would have helped me. She would have sent for Cornelia. I might have pleaded my cause face to face with her." Then angrily-- "Faith! can I yet care for a girl so cruel and so false? I am not to be pitied if I do. I will go to my dear mother. Mother-love is always sure, and always young. Whatever befalls, it keeps constant truth. I will go to my mother." He rode rapidly through the city and spoke to no one, but when he reached his Grandfather Van Heemskirk's house, he saw him leaning over the half-door smoking his pipe. He drew rein then, and the old gentleman came to his side: "Why art thou here?" he asked. "Is thy father, or Lady Annie sick?" "I know nothing new. There was no letter yesterday." "Yesterday! Surely thou must know that they are now at home? Yesterday, very early in the morning, they landed." "My father at home!" "That is the truth. Where wert thou, not to know this?" "I came to town yesterday morning. I had a great trouble. I was sick and kept my room." "And sick thou art now, I can see that," said Madame Van Heemskirk coming forward--"What is the matter with thee, my Joris?" "Cornelia has refused me. I know not how it is, that no woman will love me. Am I so very disagreeable?" "Thou art as handsome and as charming as can be; and it is not Cornelia that has said 'no' to thee, it is her father. Now he will be sorry, for thy uncle is dead and thy father is Earl Hyde, and thou thyself art a lord." "I care not for such things. I am a poor lord, if Cornelia be not my lady." "I wonder they sent not after thee!" "They would be expecting me every hour. If there had been a letter I should have gone directly back with it, but it was beyond all surmising, that my father should return. Grandfather, will you see Doctor Moran for me? You can speak a word that will prevail." "I will not, my Joris. If thy father were not here, that would be different. He is the right man to move in the matter. Ever thou art in too much of a hurry. Think now of thy life as a book of uncut leaves, and do not turn a page till thou hast read it to the very last word." "_I_ will see Cornelia for thee," said Madame Van Heernskirk. "_I_ will ask the girl what she means. Very often she passes here, sometimes she comes in. I will say to her--why did thou throw my grandson's love away like an old shoe? Art thou not ashamed to be so light of love, for I know well thou said to my Joris, thou loved him. And she will tell me the truth. Yes, indeed, if into my house she comes, out of it she goes not, until I have the why, and the wherefore." "Do not be unkind to her, grandmother--perhaps it is not her fault--if she had only said a few sorrowful words--Let me show you her letter."