‘You may put them where you like, sir,’ answered William Henry smiling,
as he always did when addressed by that unwonted name; ‘they are yours.’
‘A good lad, an excellent lad,’ murmured the antiquary; ‘now let us
with all due reverence inspect these treasures. This is the very hair
I should have looked for as having been the immortal bard’s, just as
the engraving by Droeshart depicts it in the folio edition. Brown,
straight, and wiry, as Steevens terms it.’
‘I should not call it wiry, uncle,’ observed Margaret, ‘though to be
sure it has no curl nor gloss on it; it seems to me soft enough to have
been a woman’s hair.’
‘It is, perhaps, a trifle silkier and more effeminate than the
description would warrant,’ returned the antiquary, ‘but that is
doubtless due to the mellowing effects of time. It may be so far
looked upon as corroborative evidence. In that connection, by-the-bye,
let me draw your particular attention to the braid with which the
hair is fastened. This woven silk is not of to-day’s workmanship. I
recognise it as being of the same kind used in the reigns of Mary and
Elizabeth for attaching the royal seal to patents: a most interesting
circumstance, and one which, were there any doubt of the genuineness
of the hair, might, like the impress of the quintin in the case of the
Hemynge deed, be reasonably adduced as an undesigned coincidence. Then
to think that we have it under his own hand that Shakespeare’s fingers
have knotted it. Read his words once again, my son, before we put the
priceless treasure by.’
‘“I doe assure thee no rude hand hath knottedde itte, thye Willys
alone hath done the worke.”’
‘How tender, how touching!’ exclaimed the antiquary. ‘We seem to be in
his very presence. What a privilege has this day been vouchsafed to us,
my children!’
The two young people glanced at one another involuntarily as the old
man addressed them by this title.
It is probable that Mr. Erin attached no particular meaning to it.
It may have been only the expression of the measureless content he
felt with both of them; with his son for what he had brought him, and
with his niece for the readiness with which she had resigned what
he had brought to his own custody. But to their ears it had a deep
significance.
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