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SiNGLEHEART AND DoUBLEFACE 
 
CHARLES READE'S NOVELS. 
 
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 IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND. Illustrated by 
 
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 THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DID RUN 
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SiNGLEHEART AND DoUBLEFACE 
 
 A MATTER-OF-FACT ROMANCE 
 
 BY 
 
 CHARLES READE, D.C.L. 
 
 IToiiiJoii; 
 
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 1884 
 
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SINGLEHEART AND 
 DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 CHAPTEE I. 
 
 Matthew Brent, a small shopkeeper in Green 
 Street, Liverpool, was a widower with two 
 daughters. Deborah, the elder, had plenty of 
 tongue and mother-wit, but could not and would 
 not study anything on earth if it had the mis- 
 fortune to be written or printed. Sarah, the 
 younger, showed attention and application from 
 her childhood. 
 
 Her father cultivated those powers, for they 
 are the roots of all excellence, and he knew it. 
 He sent the girl to school, and there she learned 
 the usual smattering ; and one thing worth it 
 all, viz., how to teach herself Under that abler 
 tuition she learned to write like a clerk, to keep 
 
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2 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 her father's books, to remember the price of 
 every article in the shop, to serve the customers 
 when required, and to read for her own pleasure 
 and instruction. At eighteen she was Brent's 
 right liand all day, and his reader at night. 
 
 Deborah, who could only spell The Mer- 
 cury, and would not do that if she could get 
 Sally to read it out, found her level as cook, 
 housekeeper, and market-woman. At twenty 
 she was very tall, supple, and muscular ; 
 comely, but freckled, reddish hair, a very 
 white skin, only it tanned easily. It revealed 
 its natural beauty in her throat, and above all 
 in the nape of her neck. This nape, snowy 
 and solid, and a long row of ivory teeth, were 
 her beauties. She married quite young her 
 father's cousin, a small farmer, and settled in 
 Berkshire, her native county. 
 
 Sarah Brent was about two inches shorter 
 than Deborah, but a finer figure ; had an oval 
 face full of modesty and gentle dignity. Her 
 skin was also white, and revealed itself in her 
 shapely hands as well as her alabaster throat. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 3 
 
 Her hair was brown, and so were two fearless 
 eyes that looked at people full without staring. 
 When she was nineteen, a worthy young fellow, 
 called Joseph Pinder, fell in love with her and 
 courted her. He was sheepish and distant in 
 his approaches, for he looked on her as a 
 superior being. She never chattered, yet could 
 always answer civilly and wisely ; this, and her 
 Madonna-like face, made Joe Pinder reverence 
 her. Her father thought highly of him, and 
 connived at his visits, and so they were often 
 seen together in a friendly way ; but when he 
 began to make downright love to her, she told 
 him calmly she could go no farther than friend- 
 ship. ' And indeed,' said she, ' I would never 
 leave my father for any young man.' 
 
 Joseph Pinder knew that this declaration 
 has often preceded connubial rites, and con- 
 tinued his friendly assiduities ; and these two 
 often came back from church together, he 
 glowing with delight at being near her, and 
 she cool and friendly. 
 
 The Brents were in a small way of business, 
 
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4 SINCLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 and Sarah's adorer was a decorative painter, 
 and what is called in the trade a ' writer ' — 
 one of those astounding artists who by skil- 
 ful shading make gilt letters appear concave, 
 or convex, or stand out bodily from a board or 
 wall, and blazon a shopkeeper's name and 
 business. On one occasion he had a large 
 job of this sort to do in Manchester. It took 
 him a fortnight, and led to another at Preston. 
 In a month he came back with money in both 
 pockets, and full of joy at the prospect of meet- 
 ing Sarah again. 
 
 He found the Brents at supper, and there 
 was a young man with them who had a deal 
 to say, and made the old man smile, while the 
 young woman often looked furtively at him 
 with undisguised complacency. This was a 
 second cousin of Mr. Brent's, one James Man- 
 sell, a painter and grainer, who had settled in 
 the town while Finder was away. 
 
 Finder's heart sank at this, and instead of 
 exerting himself in vigorous competition, he 
 became more silent and more depressed the 
 
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 more James Mansell rattled away ; in short, 
 he was no company at all, because the other 
 was good company. 
 
 After a while he said ' Good-night.' 
 
 A coquette would have followed him to the 
 door and smoothed matters ; but that was not 
 Sarah Brent's line ; she said ' Good-night ' 
 kindly enough, but she never moved, and 
 James Mansell's tongue resumed its headlong 
 course. 
 
 This was the first of many such scenes. 
 Sarah was always kind, but cool, to her old 
 admirer, and manifestly attracted by the uew 
 one. Indeed, it came to this at last that Fin- 
 der could never get a walk with her alone 
 except from church. 
 
 On one occasion he ventured on a mild re- 
 monstrance : ' If you had not told me you 
 would never leave your father, I should be 
 almost afraid that James Mansell would entice 
 you away from us all.' 
 
 ' From everybody else ; but not from 
 father.' 
 
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 One would think that was plain enough, 
 but Joe could not realize it, and he went on 
 to ask her if she could really find it in her 
 heart to throw such an old friend as him over 
 for a stranger. 
 
 She replied, calmly : ' Am I changed to you 
 any way ? I always respected you, and I 
 respect you still. ' 
 
 ' That is a comfort, Sarah. But if this goes 
 on, I'm afraid you will like another man far 
 better than me, whether you respect me or 
 not.' 
 
 ' That is my business,' said she, firmly. 
 
 ' Isn't it mine, too, Sarah .P We have kept 
 company this two years.' 
 
 ' As friends ; but nothing more. I have 
 never misled you, but now if you are wise you 
 will take up with some other girl. You can 
 find as good as me.' 
 
 ' Not in this world.' 
 
 ' Nonsense, Joe ; and besides ' 
 
 ' Well, what ? ' 
 
 ' I am one that forecasts a little, and I am 
 
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 afraid you will tease me, and pain yourself, and 
 some day we sliall part bad friends, and that 
 would be a pity, after all.' 
 
 ' Nothing but death shall part us.' 
 
 ' Yes, this door will. Father is not well to- 
 night.' The door in question was the side door 
 of her own house. 
 
 Finder took the hint, and bade her ' Good- 
 night' affectionately. 
 
 He walked a little way out into the country 
 by himself, wondering now whether she would 
 ever be his. He was dejected, but not in de- 
 spair. In his class of life men and women 
 have often two or three warmish courtships be- 
 fore they marry. Sarah was not of that sort, 
 but this James Mansell would be as likely as 
 not to leave the town, and think no more of 
 Sarah Brent. In his trade it was here to-day 
 and there to-morrow, and he did not look like 
 the man to cling to the absent. 
 
 Finder returned home by Green Street to 
 have a last look at the shell which held his pearl. 
 As he passed by on the other side of the 
 
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 way, James Mansell came and knocked at Mr. 
 Brent's side door. Finder waited with a certain 
 degree of jealous malice to see him excluded. 
 Sarah came to the door and parleyed ; pro- 
 bably she told him her father was unwell. 
 Finder went on a little way, and then turned 
 to see. 
 
 The colloquy continued. It seemed inter- 
 minable. The woman he loved was in no 
 hurry now to get back to her sick father, and 
 when she did, what was the result ? Mansell 
 was invited in, after all, and the door of heaven 
 closed upon him instead of in his face. 
 
 The watcher stood there transfixed with 
 the poisoned arrow of jealousy. He was sick 
 and furious by turns, and at last got frightened 
 at himself, and resolved to keep out of the 
 way of this James Mansell, with whom he had 
 no chance, Sarah's preference was now so 
 clear. 
 
 But he was too much in love to forego the 
 walks from church ; and Sarah never objected 
 to his company, nor, indeed, to his coming in 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. g 
 
 to supper afterward. But he was sure to find 
 his rival there and be reduced to a sullen 
 cipher. 
 
 So things went on. He did not see what 
 passed between Mansell and Sarah Brent, the 
 open wooing of the man, the timid tumult in 
 the woman, expanding, ripening, blushing, thrill- 
 ing, and blooming in the new sunshine. But 
 he discovered a good deal ; she seemed gliding 
 gradually away from him down a gentle but 
 inexorable slope. She was as friendly in her 
 cool way as ever, but scarcely attended to him. 
 Her mind seemed elsewhere at times, even in 
 that short walk from church, sole relic now of 
 their languid but unbroken friendship. 
 
 The time came when even this privilege 
 was disputed. One Sunday James Mansell 
 arrived in Green Street earlier than usual. He 
 heard where Sarah was, so he came to meet 
 her. She was walking with Finder. Mansell 
 had been drinking a little, and did not know 
 perhaps hjow little cause he had for jealousy. 
 He stepped rudely in between Finder and Miss 
 
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 Breut, and took her arm, wliereas Finder had 
 been walking merely by her side. 
 
 ' What sort of manners are these ? ' said 
 Finder. 
 
 ' They are my manners,' said the other 
 haughtily. ' She has no business to walk with 
 you at all.' 
 
 'Don't insult her, at all events. She has 
 walked with me this two year.' 
 
 'Well, then, now you go and walk with 
 some other girl.' 
 
 ' Not at your bidding, you brute.' 
 
 ' Oh, you want a hiding, do you ? ' 
 
 ' No ; it is you that want that.' 
 
 James Mansell replied by a blow, which 
 took Finder unawares, and sent him staggering. 
 
 He would have followed it up, but Finder 
 stopped the second neatly, .and gave him a 
 smart one in. return, crying ' Coward ! to take 
 a man unawares.' Sarah was terrified, and 
 clasped her hands, ' Oh, pray do not quarrel 
 about me\' 
 
 ' Stand aloof,' said Mansell, imperiously. 
 
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 ' This must end.' Sarah obeyed the man, who 
 was evidently her master, but implored him not 
 to hurt Joe Finder ; lie was only a friend. The 
 truth is, Mansell had recounted such deeds of 
 prowess that, what with his gasconades and her 
 blind love, she thought no man could have a 
 chance with him. 
 
 He sparred well, and hit Finder several 
 times, but rather short. 
 
 Both were soon infuriated, and they were 
 all over the street, fighting and raging. 
 
 Under similar circumstances Virgil's heifer 
 browsed the grass in undisturbed tranquillity, 
 content to know that her mate would be the 
 best bull of the two. 
 
 Not so Sarah Brent. She clasped her hands 
 and screamed, and implored her hero to be 
 merciful. Her conscience whispered that her 
 inoffensive friend was being hardly used in 
 every way. 
 
 Presently her hero, after administering 
 several blows, and making his adversary bleed, 
 received a left-handed stinger that made him 
 
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 recoil. Maddened by this, he rushed at Finder 
 to annihilate him. But Finder was no novice 
 either ; he drew back on the point of his toe, 
 and met James Mansell's rush with a tremen- 
 dous slogger that sounded like a falling plank, 
 and shot him to the earth at Sarah Brent's very- 
 feet, a distance of some yards. 
 
 All was changed in a moment ; she literally 
 bounded over the prostrate form, and stood 
 between him and danger ; for in Liverpool 
 t?iey fight up and down, as the saying is. ' You 
 wretch,' she cried, ' to kill the man I love ! ' 
 It was Finder's turn to stagger before that 
 white cheek, and those fiery eyes, and that 
 fatal word. 
 
 ' Man you love ?' said he. 
 
 ' I love ! — I love !- — I love ! ' cried she, 
 stabbing with swift feminine instinct the monster 
 who had struck her Love. 
 
 Then Finder fell back, subdued, with a sigh 
 of despair ; she flung herself down, and raised 
 James Mansell's head and sobbed hysterically 
 over it. 
 
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 Some people now came up ; but Finder in 
 those few seconds had vmdergone a change. 
 He stepped forward, thrust the people away, 
 and kneeling down, hfted James Mansell up 
 and took him under his arm. ' Leave him to 
 me, Sarah,' said he. 
 
 ' To you ? ' she sobbed. 
 
 ' Ay : do you think I shall ever hurt him 
 again, now you have told me you love him ? ' 
 And he said it so finely she knew he meant it. 
 Then he sent to the market public-house for a 
 sponge and some brandy, and meantime Mansell, 
 who was tough, came to of himself; but the 
 water and brandy completed his restoration to 
 society. It was Finder who sponged his face 
 and nostrils, and took him to Brent's house, 
 Sarah hovering near all the time like a hen 
 over her chickens. She whipped into the 
 house with her pass-key, and received her 
 favourite at the door, then closed it gently, but 
 decidedly : not that Joe Finder would have 
 come in if she had asked him. He did not 
 even trust himself to say ' Good-night.' It was 
 
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 all over between him and her, and of conrse 
 he knew it. 
 
 When she had got James Mansell safe she 
 made him lie down on the little sofa, and sat at 
 his head, applying cool linen rags to his swollen 
 cheeks and a cut upon his forehead due to 
 Finder's knuckles. 
 
 Presently her father came in from visiting 
 a sick friend, and at sight of this group asked 
 what was to do. 
 
 ' It is that cruel Joe Finder been beating 
 him, father ; I thought he had killed him.' 
 
 ' What for ? ' • 
 
 Sarah blushed and was silent ; she wouldn't 
 own that James was the aggressor, and yet she 
 wouldn't tell a falsehood. 
 
 ' Joe Finder ! ' said the old man. ' He was 
 never quarrelsome ; there's not a better-hearted 
 young man in the town, nor a more respectable. 
 Now you tell me what was the quarrel about ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, father ! ' said Sarah, deprecatingiy. 
 
 ' Ay ! ay ! I needn't ask,' said the old man. 
 ' It was about a woman, eh ? You might have 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. ij 
 
 been better employed, all three, this Sabbath 
 evening.' 
 
 ' Well, sir, Sarah was only coming home 
 from church this Sabbath evening,' said Man- 
 sell ; ' but as for me, I was as much to blame 
 as the other, so let us say no more about it.' 
 Sarah whispered ' You are very generous.' 
 The subject dropped till the old man retired 
 to rest, and then James Mansell, who had been 
 brooding, delivered himself thus : ' He is not 
 half a bad sort that Joe Finder. But he is 
 one too many for me, or I am one too many for 
 him, so you must make up your mind this 
 night which is to be your husband, and give 
 the other the sack.' 
 
 This was virile, and entitled to a feminine 
 reply. It came immediately, in what, perhaps, 
 if we could know the truth, is a formula — not 
 a word, not even a syllable, but a white wrist 
 passed round the neck, and a fair head de- 
 posited like down upon the shoulder of her 
 conqueror. 
 
 Joseph Finder grieved and watched, but 
 
1 6 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 troubled the lovers no more. James Mansell 
 pressed Sarah to name the day. She objected. 
 Her father's health was breaking, and she would 
 not leave him. Mansell urged her ; she stood 
 firm. He accused her of not loving him ; she 
 sighed and wondered he could say that, but 
 was immovable. 
 
 By-and-by it all came to her father's ears. 
 He sent for a lawyer directly, and made the 
 shop and house over to Sarah by deed of gift. 
 Then he told her she need not wait for his 
 death : he would prefer to see her happy with 
 the man of her choice, and also to advise her 
 in business for the little while he had to 
 live. 
 
 So the banns were cried, and Joseph Finder 
 heard in silence ; and in due course James 
 Mansell was imited to Sarah Brent in holy 
 matrimony. 
 
 In its humble "way this was a promising 
 union. The man was twenty-seven, the woman 
 twenty, and thoughtful' beyond her years. 
 
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 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 1 7 
 
 They had health and love and occupation ; 
 moreover, the man's work took him out of the 
 woman's way, except at meals, and in the 
 evening. jSTow nothing sweetens married life 
 and divests it of monotony and ennui more 
 than these daily partings and meetings. Man- 
 sell had three trades, and in one of them, 
 graining, he might be called an artist. He 
 could imitate the common woods better than 
 almost anybody ; but at satin-wood, mahogany, 
 and American birch he was really wonderful. 
 Sarah was a first-rate shop-woman, civil, prompt, 
 obliging, and handsome — qualities that all 
 attract in business. She gave no credit beyond 
 a week, and took none at all. 
 
 In any class of life it is a fine thing when 
 both spouses can contribute a share to the 
 joint income. This is one of the boons found 
 oftenest among the middle classes. Most 
 labourers' wives can only keep house, and few 
 gentlemen's wives can earn a penny. 
 
 The Mansells, then, upon a large and wide 
 survey of life, were in a happy condition — 
 
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 liappier far tlaan any pair who do not earn 
 their living. 
 
 One day a great sorrow came, but not un- 
 expectedly. Matthew Brent died peacefully, 
 blessing his daughters and his son-in-law. 
 
 The next day came a joyful event, Sarah's 
 child was born — a lovely girl. 
 
 Mighty nature comforted the bereaved 
 daughter, and soon the home was as cheerful 
 as ever. 
 
 Indeed, it was not till the third year of 
 her marriage that a cloud appeared, and that 
 seemed a small one, no bigger than a man's 
 hand. 
 
 James Mansell began to come home Satur- 
 day night instead of Saturday afternoon ; and 
 the reason was clear, he smelt of liquor, and 
 though always sober, his speech was thick 
 on these occasions. 
 
 Sarah, who had forecasts, was alarmed, and 
 spoke in time. She remembered something 
 her father — an observant man — had said to her 
 in his day, viz., that your clever specimens 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 1 9 
 
 of the class which may be called artist- 
 mechanics are often addicted to liquor. 
 
 However, this prudent woman thought it 
 best not to raise an argument about drink ; she 
 merely represented to her husband that there 
 was now a run upon her shop Saturday after- 
 noon and evening, and really it was more than 
 she could manage without his assistance ; would 
 he be so good as to help her ? He assisted 
 readily enough, and then the Saturday after- 
 noons became her happiest time. He himself 
 seemed to enjoy the business and the bustle 
 and his wife's company. 
 
 But by-and-by he came home very late 
 on Monday, with the usual signs of a drop ; 
 then she advised him and entreated him, but 
 never scolded him. He acquiesced and was 
 perfectly good-tempered, though in the wrong. 
 But one day in the week he would come home 
 late, and mumble what is called the Queen's 
 English, but I believe the people hold a few 
 shares in it. Sarah was disappointed, and a 
 little alarmed, but began to hope it would go 
 
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20 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 no farther at all events. However, one Satur- 
 day, if you please, he did not come to help her 
 in the shop, did not even come home to supper, 
 and she had made such a nice supper for him. 
 She sat at the window and fretted, she went 
 from the window to her sleeping child and 
 back again, restless and apprehensive. 
 
 At midnight, when the whole street was 
 still, footsteps rang on the pavement. She 
 looked out and saw two men, each with an 
 arm under the shoulder of a third, hoisting him 
 along. She darted to the street door, and 
 received her husband from the hands of two 
 men, who were perfectly sober. One of them 
 turned on his heel and walked swiftly away at 
 sight of her. But she saw him — for the first 
 time this three years. 
 
 It was Joseph Pinder. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 CHAPTEE II. 
 
 Mr. Mansell began his bibulous career with a 
 redeeming quality more common in Eussia than 
 in England — ^good-natured in his cups. He 
 chuckled feebly, and opposed the inertia of 
 matter only, whilst the dismayed wife pulled 
 him and pushed him, and at last got him down 
 on the little sofa in the shop-parlour. Then 
 she whipped off his necktie, and washed his 
 face in diluted lavender-water, and put her 
 salts to his nose. Being now on his back, he 
 soon went to sleep and breathed sonorously, 
 whilst she sat in her father's arm-chair and 
 watched him bitterly and sadly. 
 
 At first his hard breathing alarmed her, and 
 she sat waiting to avert apoplexy. 
 
 But toward morning sleep overcame her. 
 Then daylight coming in with a shoot awakened 
 
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 her, and she looked round on the scene. The 
 room in disorder, her husband sleeping off his 
 liquor, she in her father's arm-chair, not the 
 connubial bed. 
 
 Her first thought was, ' Oh, if father could 
 see us now this Sabbath morn ! ' She got up 
 sadly, and lighted fires ; then went upstairs, 
 washed and dressed the little girl, and made 
 her lisp a prayer. Then, not choosing the 
 daughter to see the father in his present con- 
 dition, she went down and waked him; and 
 made him wash his face and tidy himself. He 
 asked for brandy ; she looked him in the face, 
 and said, ' No, not one drop.' But he Avas ill 
 and coaxed her. She gave him a table-spoon- 
 ful, and then ground some coffee and gave him 
 a cup hot and strong. 
 
 She was not a hasty woman ; she showed 
 him a face grave and sad, but she did not tell 
 him her mind. So then he opened the subject 
 himself. 
 
 ' This will be a warning to me.' 
 
 ' I hope so,' said she, gravely. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 23 
 
 ' Can't think how I came to be overcome 
 hke that.' 
 
 ' By putting yourself in the way of it. If 
 you had been lielping me at the shop, that 
 needed your help, it would have been better 
 for you, and for me too.' 
 
 ' Well, I will after this. It is a warning.' 
 
 She began to relent. ' Well, James, if you 
 take it to heart, I will not be too hard, for 
 where is the sense of nagging at a man when 
 he owns his fault ? But, oh, James, I am so 
 mortified! Who do you think brought you 
 home ? ' He tried to remember, but could 
 not. ' Well, one of them was the last man in 
 Liverpool I would have to see you let yourself 
 down so. It was Joe Finder.' 
 
 ' I never noticed him. What, was he tight 
 too.?' 
 
 ' Ko ; if he had been, I wouldn't have 
 minded so much. He was sober, and you 
 were ' 
 
 The man did not seize the woman's senti- 
 ment. He said, carelessly : ' Oh, 'twas he 
 
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 brought me safe home, was it ? He is not half 
 a bad sort, then.' 
 
 Sarah stared at this plain straightforward 
 view of her old lover's conduct. She had a 
 greater desire to be just than most women 
 have, but she laboured under feminine dis- 
 abilities. She was silent, and weighed Mansell's 
 view of the matter, but came back to her own. 
 ' I do hope,' said she, ' you will never be so 
 overtook again — think of your child — but if 
 you are, oh ! pray don't come home on that 
 man's arm. I'd crawl home on all fours sooner, 
 if I was you.' 
 
 ' All right,' said he, vaguely. Then she 
 took this opportunity to beg him to go to 
 church with her that morning. Hitherto he 
 had always dechned, but now he consented 
 almost eagerly. He clutched at a compromise. 
 He said, ' Sally, them that sin must suffer.' The 
 fact is, he expected to hear his conduct de- 
 nounced from the pulpit. Catch the pulpit 
 doing anything of the kind ! The pulpit is not 
 practical, and meddles little with immorality as 
 
SINGLEHEART and BO UBLEFA CE 25 
 
 it is, and rarely gives ten consecutive minutes 
 to that particular vice which overruns the land. 
 James Mansell sat under a drizzle of thin gene- 
 ralities, and came home complacent. 
 
 His wife vv^as pleased with him, and still 
 more when he took her and Lucy for a walk in 
 the evening, and they carried the child by 
 turns. 
 
 After this the man kept within bounds ; he 
 soaked, but could always walk home. To be 
 sure, he began to diffuse moderate inebriety 
 over the whole week. This caused the good 
 wife great distress of mind, and led to practical 
 results that alarmed the mother and the woman 
 of business. Mansell was still the first grainer 
 in the place, and the tradesmen would have 
 employed him by preference if he could have 
 been relied on to finish his jobs. But he was 
 so uncertain : he would go to dinner, and stop 
 at a public-house ; would appoint an hour to 
 commence, and be at a public-house. He tired 
 out one good customer after another. The 
 joint income declined in consequence, and, as 
 
26 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 generally happens, their expenses increased, for 
 Mrs. Mansell, getting no help from her husband, 
 was obliged to take a servant. 
 
 Often in the evening she would close her 
 shop early, leave her child under strict charge 
 of the girl, and go to_ some public-house, and 
 there coax and remonstrate, and get him away 
 at last. 
 
 With all this, she was as true as steel to 
 him. She never was known to admit he was a 
 drunkard. The most she would acknowledge 
 to angry tradesmen, and that somewhat 
 haughtily, was that he took a drop now and 
 then to put away the smell of the paint. 
 
 But in private she was not so easy. She 
 expostulated, she remonstrated, she reproached, 
 and sometimes she lost heart, and wept bitterly 
 at his behaviour. 
 
 All this had its effect. The invectives 
 galled Mr. Mansell's vanity ; the tears bored 
 him ; the total made him sullen, and alienated 
 his affection. The injured party forgave freely ; 
 not so the wrong-doer. As he never hit her — 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 27 
 
 which is a vent — this gracious person began to 
 hate her. But her love reixiained as invincible 
 as his vice. 
 
 Deborah's husband died suddenly of apo- 
 plexy. Sarah dared not go to comfort her, 
 and would not tell the reason. She begged 
 the mourner to come to her. 
 
 Deborah came, and the sisters rocked to- 
 gether, country fashion, crying ; though such 
 different characters, they had a true affection 
 for each other. 
 
 By-and-by Deborah told her, with another 
 burst of grief, her husband had left her nothing 
 but debt. She was next door to a beggar. 
 
 ' Not while I hve,' was the quiet reply. 
 ' Stay with me for good, that is all.' The ser- 
 vant was discharged at Deborah's request ; she 
 said she must work hard or die of griei. 
 Accordingly she went about crying, but work- 
 ing, and all steel things began to shine and the 
 brass to glitter, because there was a bereaved 
 widow in the house. 
 
 This was a great comfort in every way to 
 
28 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 Sarah ; she could leave the house with more 
 confidence when her beloved had to be 
 dragged away from liquid ruin, and also it did 
 her good to sympathise with her bereaved 
 sister. She forebore at that time to tell 
 Deborah her own trouble ; and this trait in- 
 dicates, I think, the depth of her character. 
 
 As for Deborah, she soon cried herself out, 
 and one afternoon Sarah heard her laughing 
 with the baker's man, laughing from the chest, 
 as young ladies are ordered to sing (but for- 
 bidden by Sir Corset), and an octave lower 
 than she had ever spoken upstairs since she 
 came. 
 
 Sarah was surprised, and almost shocked at 
 first. But she said to herself, ' Poor Deb, she 
 is as light-hearted as ever ; and why should 
 she break her heart for him .? lie wouldn't for 
 her.' 
 
 By-and-by Deborah used to leave the 
 house when her work was done, if Sarah stayed 
 at home. She could not read, so she must 
 walk and she must talk. She had not read a 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 29 
 
 single book this five years ; but her powers of 
 conversation vrere developed. She had sold 
 country produce in two markets weekly, and 
 picked up plenty of country proverbs and 
 market chaff. 
 
 She soon took to visiting all her old acquaint- 
 ances in the place, and talked nineteen to the 
 dozen ; and here observe a phenomenon. Her 
 whole vocabulary was about nine hundred 
 words, whereas you and I know ten thousand 
 and more, yet she would ring a triple bob-major 
 on that small vocabulary, and talk learned us to 
 a standstill. As her talk was all gossip, she 
 soon knew more about the Mansells than they 
 knew themselves, and heard that Mansell drank 
 and lived upon his wife. 
 
 This gave her honest concern. Now she 
 held the clue to Sarah's absences and frequent 
 return with her husband in charge and inarticu- 
 late. She did not blurt it out to her sister, nor 
 was she angry at her want of confidence. She 
 knew Sarah's character, and rather admired 
 her for not exposing her man to any human 
 
30 SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 creature. Still, when she did know it, she 
 threw out so many hints one after another that 
 Sarah, Avho, poor soul, yearned for sympathy, 
 made at last a partial disclosure, with many a 
 sigh. 
 
 Deborah made light of it, and hoped it was 
 only for a time, and after all Sarah was glad 
 she knew, for Deborah's tongue was not in 
 reality so loose as it was fluent. She could 
 chatter without any appearance of reserve, and 
 yet be as close as wax. She brought home to 
 Sarah all she heard, but she never told anything 
 out of the hou?e. 
 
 One day she said to Sarah, ' Do you know 
 a man called Varney — Dick Varney ? ' Sarah 
 said she had never heard his name. 
 
 ' Then,' said Deborah, ' you ought to knoAv 
 him.' 
 
 ' Why ?' 
 
 ' Because when you know your enemy you 
 can look out for him, and he is your enemy 
 after a manner — for 'tis he that leads your 
 husband astray, so that young man said.' 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 3 1 
 
 ' What young man ? ' 
 
 ' I think his name is Spencer, and somebody 
 called him Joe ; he was a good-looking chap 
 anyway. I suppose he was a friend of Jemmy 
 Mansell's. Somebody did praise you for a good 
 daughter and a good wife, but one that had 
 made a bad bargain ; then that was the signal 
 for each to have a fling at Jemmy Mansell. 
 Never you mind what they said. This hand- 
 some chap stood up for him, and said the man 
 was a first-rate workman, and meant no harm, 
 but he had got a tempter — this Dick Varney. 
 So then I told the young chap who I was, and 
 he seemed quite pleased like, and said he had 
 heard of me. Of course what he said I stood 
 by ; I said there couldn't be a better husband 
 or a better man — bar drink — than James 
 Mansell' 
 
 Sarah thanked her, but said, ' Oh ! that we 
 should come to be talked of ! ' 
 
 ' Everybody is, within walls,' said Deborah, 
 ' and them that listens learns. By the same 
 token you keep your eye on that Varney.' 
 
32 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' How can I ? I don't know him.' 
 
 ' No more you do, and what a stupid I must 
 be not to ask that good-looking chap more 
 about him. I wonder who he is : I will ask 
 James.' 
 
 'No.' 
 
 ' Why not ? ' 
 
 ' Describe him to me.' 
 
 ' Well, he is tall and broad-shouldered, and 
 has light hair, and dark grey eyes like jewels, 
 and teeth as white as milk, and a gentle, plea- 
 sant way ; looks a bit sad, he does, as if he had 
 been crossed in love, but that is not likely — no 
 woman would be such a fool that had eyes in 
 her head. Then he was very clean and neat, 
 like a man that respected hisself ; and lowered 
 his voice a bit to speak to a woman. There's a 
 duck ! ' 
 
 Sarah looked a little surprised at this ardent 
 description. However, she reflected, and, I 
 suppose, she thought there must be some truth 
 in it, though it had not struck her. Then she 
 said carelessly, ' What was his business ? ' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 33 
 
 ' I think he was in the same way as James 
 himself.' 
 
 ' Was his name Finder — Joseph Finder ? ' 
 
 ' That, or something. The name was new 
 to me, but Joseph for certain.' 
 
 ' Well, if it is Joseph Finder, I will ask you 
 not to make acquaintance with him. You seem 
 to be making acquaintances very fast for a 
 woman in your condition.' 
 
 ' My condition ! ' said Deborah, ' Why, that 
 is where it is — I can't bear to think. I must 
 work or talk. It is very unkind of you to cast 
 my condition in my teeth.' 
 
 'I didn't mean to, Deb. There, forgive 
 me.' 
 
 ' With all my heart — ^you have got your 
 own trouble. Only give me a reason, why am 
 I not to speak to this Joseph — such an out- 
 landish name — this handsome Joe ? ' 
 
 ' Well, then, one reason is, he courted me 
 after a fashion.' 
 
 ' Oh, la ! Is tliat where the shoe pinches ? ' 
 
 ^ We used to walk together like two chil- 
 
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34 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 dreii till my man came ; then they qiiarrelled, 
 and that Finder beat him, and I can't forgive 
 it, and the first night James was quite over- 
 taken with liquor, Finder brought him home, 
 and it was like a knife in my heart.' 
 
 ' Foor Sally ! You saw you had chosen the 
 wi'ong one.' 
 
 ' Chosen the wrong one ! ' cried Sarah, con- 
 temptuously. ' I wouldn't give my James's 
 little finger, drunk or sober, for a thousand 
 Joseph Finders. There, it is no use talking to 
 you. You don't imderstand a word I say. 
 Anyway, I do beg of you not to make acquaint- 
 ance with the man, nor let him know what 
 passes in this house.' 
 
 ' Why, of course not, Sally, if you say the 
 word. What is the man to me ? Your will 
 is my pleasure, and your word my law.' 
 
 This, from an elder sister, merited an em- 
 brace, and it received a very tender one. 
 
 At last it came to this, that nobody in the 
 town who knew James Mansell would employ 
 him. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 35 
 
 Instead of contributing his share, he hved 
 entirely on his wife, at home and abroad ; and 
 he lived ill. So the house was divided aa;ainst 
 itself. The husband, the bread-winner in 
 theory, was doing all he could to ruin the 
 family ; two brave women were fighting tooth 
 and nail to save it. They were losing ground 
 a little, and that alarmed Sarah terribly ; but 
 then she had a reserve : sixty pounds hidden 
 in an iron box, with a good key. She never 
 told her husband of this. She hid it for his 
 good. The box was a small one, but she had 
 it fastened with strong iron clamps to the wall, 
 and she kept saleables before it to hide it. 
 
 Mansell's extravagance she fed from the till 
 — not without comments, grave and sorrowful, 
 not bitter ; yet they embittered him. The man's 
 vanity was prodigious ; it equalled his demerit. 
 
 Whilst the brave wife and mother was thus 
 battling with undeserved adversity, she received 
 a new alarm. 
 
 Being single-handed in the shop, it was her 
 way to prepare, with Deborah's assistance, 
 
 D 2 
 
36 • SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 weighed and marked packets of sugar, tea, soda, 
 and other things ; and one evening they had 
 taken a lump of Irish butter out of the tub and 
 weighed five pounds, and left it on a slab. Early 
 in the morning a customer came for a pound. 
 This was weighed oiF, and left so small a residue 
 that Mrs. Mansell weighed it, and found there 
 was only one pound and a half left. 
 
 She could hardly believe her senses at first, 
 but the weight was clear. She asked Deborah, 
 with assumed carelessness, how much butter they 
 had weighed out last night. Deborah replied, 
 without hesitation, ' Five pounds,' 
 
 After that day she looked more closely into 
 the stock, and she detected losses and diminu- 
 tions. One day a slice off a side of bacon ; another 
 a tin of preserved meat ; in short, a system of 
 pilfering. She shrank from the idea of theft, if 
 it could be accounted for in any other way. She 
 thought it just possible, though not likely, that 
 Deborah had made free with these things for 
 the use of the house. She told her what she 
 tiad discovered, and asked her as delicately as 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 37 
 
 possible whether she ever came to the shop for 
 anything that was wanted in her kitchen. 
 
 Deborali went off like a woman of gun- 
 powder, cross-examined by a torch : ' Me take 
 anything out of your shop for my kitchen ! ' 
 
 ' Well, 'tis my kitchen and all — 'twould only 
 be from Peter to Paul.' 
 
 The other was not to be pacified so. ' Me 
 take what does not belong to me ! Oh ! have I 
 lived to be suspected by my own sister? I'd 
 cut off this arm sooner than I would steal with 
 this hand. I never wronged a creature of a 
 farthing or a farthing's worth in all my life. 
 Send me home. Send me to the workhouse. 
 I am not fit to be trusted, and so many things 
 about. Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! ' and down she sat 
 and rocked. 
 
 ' There ! there ! there ! ' cried Sarah, com- 
 ing swiftly and sitting beside her. ' Now 
 where would have been the harm if you had 
 taken things for our own use ? And oughtn't I 
 to ask you before I suspected something worse .? 
 Oh, Deborah, haven't I trouble enough that you 
 
38 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 must cry and set me off too ? Oh ! oh ! You 
 might think a httle of me as well as yourself. 
 Is it nothing to you that I am robbed and 
 all? Haven't I trouble enough without that? 
 There, give over — that's a dear, and I'll give 
 you a new print this very day.' 
 
 Deborah dried up directly, and her senti- 
 ments shifted like the wind. ' I wish I had 
 them that rob you,' said she, and she extended 
 her great, long, powerful arm formidably. 
 
 ' We must watch day and night, dear,' said 
 Mrs. Mansell, gloomily, and with a weary air, 
 and she took it all to heart, even the pain she 
 had given Deborah, whose mind was hke 
 running water, and retained no trace of the 
 dialogue in ten minutes. Not so the deeper 
 nature. Mrs. Mansell brooded over it all, and 
 when the shop was shut, she sat in the parlour 
 —sat and suffered. James Mansell was out as 
 usual. She sat and looked at Lucy, and 
 wondered what would be her own fate and her 
 child's at the end of this desperate struggle. 
 She became hysterical, a rare thing with her, 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 39 
 
 and Deborah, found her trembling all over 
 where she sat, and quite shaken. She was 
 despondent and exasperated by turns. She 
 had twitches all over her body, and hot tears 
 ran out of her eyes. 
 
 It was a woman's breakdown, and Deborah, 
 who knew the female constitution, just sat 
 beside her and held her hand. Sarah clung to 
 this hand, and clutched it every now and then 
 convulsively. She spoke in broken sentences. 
 ' Too many things against me : drunkenness 
 here ; theft there. It will end in the work- 
 house ! How else can it end ? I'm glad 
 father's dead. Poor father ! — have I lived to 
 say that ? ' The talkative Deborah said never 
 a word, so Sarah began to calm down by 
 degrees with gentle sighs and tremors. 
 
 Unluckily, before she was quite calm, 
 Mansell knocked at the door. Sarah could tell 
 his knock, or his footstep, or any sound he 
 made in a moment. Her face beamed. It was 
 early for him. He was sober, and she could 
 tell him of this new trouble. 
 
40 SINGLEHEAR T and D O UBLEFA CE. 
 
 Deborah rfin to let him in. Sarah stood 
 up smihng to welcome him. 
 
 He blundered into the room, beastly drunk, 
 neckcloth loose, eyes blood-shot ; he could just 
 keep on his legs. 
 
 Sarah caught up her child with the strength 
 of a lioness, flung one full and fiery look of 
 horror and disgust right in her husband's face, 
 then rushed majestically from the room, carry- 
 ing her child across her arms. 
 
 Drunk as he was, the brute staggered 
 under this tremendous glance and eloquent 
 rush. He blundered agauist the mantel-piece, 
 and hung his head. 
 
 Deborah set her arms akimbo : ' You've 
 done this once too often,' she said, grimly, and 
 her eyes glittered at him wickedly. 
 
 ' Mind your own business,' said he. ' Why 
 did she run away from me like that .? ' 
 
 ' Because of the child, you may be sure. 
 There, don't let us quarrel. Will you have 
 your supper, now you are here .? ' 
 
 ' I don't want my supper ; I want my wife. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 41 
 
 You go and fetch her directly.' He was ex- 
 cited, and Deborah, determined to keep the 
 peace, took his message to Sarah in Lucy's 
 bedroom. 
 
 Sarah was shaking all over, and refused to 
 come. ' I dare not,' said she. ' I am in such 
 a state I feel I might say or do something I 
 should rue afterward, for I love him. Would 
 to God I had never seen him, but I love him. 
 Go you and pacify him. I shall sleep here 
 beside my child.' 
 
 Deborah went down, and found Mansell in 
 the arm-chair, looking spiteful. She told him 
 Sarah was not well. She could not come dov/u. 
 
 ' Humbug ! ' roared James Mansell ; ' she is 
 shamming. I'll go and fetch her down,' and 
 he bounced Lip. Deborah whipped before the 
 door. ' Stand out of my way,' said he, loftily, 
 and came blundering at her. She pinned him 
 directly by the collar with both hands, shook 
 him to and fro as a dog does a rat, then put 
 both hands suddenly to his breast, made a 
 grand rush forward with him, and with the 
 
42 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 double power of her loins and her great long 
 anus, shot him all across the room into the 
 arm-chair with such an impetus that the chair 
 went crashing against the wall, and the man in 
 it head down, feet up. 
 
 Mr. Mansell stared dumbfoundered at first. 
 He thought some supernatural power had dis- 
 posed of him. He did not allow for sudden- 
 ness, and was not aware that pulling and 
 pushing go by weight, and that strapping 
 Deborah, without an ounce of fat, weighed two 
 stone more than he did, owing to certain laws 
 of construction not worth particularising a la 
 franqaise. 
 
 ' I never lay my hand on a woman,' said 
 he, moodily. 
 
 'I'm not so nice,' repUed Deborah, erect, 
 with her fists upon her hips. ' I can lay my 
 hands on a man — for his good. I've had that 
 much to do afore now, and I never found one 
 could master me, bar hitting, which I call that 
 cowardly.' 
 
 Then, as time was up for a change of senti- 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 43 
 
 ment — eighty whole seconds — she shifted to 
 friendly advice. 
 
 ' Jemmy, my man,' said she, ' women are 
 curious creatures. They are not themselves at 
 times. Our Sally has got the nerves. She 
 might fling a knife at you if you tormented her 
 just now, sobbing over her child. Take my 
 advice, now, that is a friend to both of you. 
 Let her a-be. If you don't upset her no more 
 to-night, which I declare you sha'n't, she'll be 
 as sweet as honey in the morning.' 
 
 ' She may,' said Mansell, sullenly, ' but I 
 shall not. If she lies away from me to-night, 
 I'll lie away from her a year or more, mind that.' 
 
 ' Where ? In the union ? ' 
 
 ' No. That is as much as to say she keeps 
 me.' 
 
 ' And doesn't she ? Where does the money 
 come from you spend in drink ? ' 
 
 ' I have got an offer of work.' 
 
 ' Work ? It isn't under your skin.' 
 
 'Not here, but this is in America. Such 
 work as mine is paid out there, and I can 
 
44 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 make my fortune, and not have it flung in my 
 face I'm living on a woman.' 
 
 Deborah did not think this gasconade worth 
 replying to. She suggested repose as the best 
 thing for him after the hard work he had gone 
 through, lifting mugs and quarterns all the way 
 from the counter to his teeth. With much 
 trouble she got him up the stairs, and took off 
 his neckcloth and loosened his shirt collar. 
 Then she retired for a reasonable time, and 
 when he was in bed came and took away the 
 candle from him as she would from a child. 
 He called to her : 
 
 ' Hear my last word.' 
 
 ' No such luck,' said slie, drily. 
 
 ' Hold your tongue.' 
 
 ' If I hold my tongue I shall slobber my 
 teeth.' 
 
 ' Can you listen a moment ? ' 
 
 'If I hold my breath.' 
 
 ' TJien mind this. If she leaves me like 
 this, I'll leave her. I won't be taken up and 
 put down by any woman.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 45 
 
 ' I'll tell her, my man,' said she, to quiet 
 him ; then took away his candle, and went 
 downstairs to her own room, for she slept on 
 the kitchen floor. She seized a feather-bed, 
 lugged it up the stairs, and made up a bed on 
 the floor for Sarah. ' He is all right,' said she, 
 and not a word more. Then she went down- 
 stairs, and put her red hair in curl-papers — for 
 she was flirting all round. No. 1 had been dead 
 six months — and slept like a stone upon a 
 hard mattress, not harder than her own healthy 
 limbs. 
 
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 CHAPTEE III. 
 
 What wonderful restoratives are a good long 
 sleep and the dawn of day ! They co-operate 
 so, invigorating the body and fortifying the 
 mind. They clear away the pain and the fore- 
 bodings night engenders, and brighten not only 
 the face of nature, but our individual prospects. 
 The glorious dawn falling upon our refreshed 
 eyes and invigorated bodies is like a trumpet 
 sounding ' Nil desperandum ! ' Mrs. Mansell 
 was one of the many whom sleep and dawn re- 
 inspired and reconciled to her lot that morning. 
 She had slept in a pure atmosphere — untar- 
 nished by a drunkard's breath. She awoke 
 with her nerves composed and her heart 
 strengthened. 
 
 Her life was to be a battle — that was plain. 
 But she had forces and an ally. Her forces 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 47 
 
 were rare health, strength, prudence, and 
 sobriety. Her ally was Deborah. She began 
 the battle this morning brightly and hope- 
 fully. She was the first up, and having 
 dressed herself neatly, as she always did, she 
 put on a large apron and bib, coarse but 
 clean, and descended to the parlour. She 
 called up the spiral staircase — ' James ! ' 
 
 No answer. 
 
 She went into the shop, and called down 
 the kitchen stairs. No reply from'her sister. 
 ' Lazy-bones,' said she. She struck a light in 
 the shop, and her eye fell upon a large hand- 
 bell. She took it up and rang it down the 
 kitchen stairs. Instantly there was a sort of 
 yawn of distress; Then she bustled into the 
 parlour, and rang it up the spiral staircase. 
 Then she set it down, and took her candle into 
 the shop, and sorted, and dusted, and counted 
 the goods, and cleaned the counter. 
 
 Presently in sauntered Deborah from the 
 kitchen, with her hair in curl-papers, and a 
 chasm in the iipper part of her gown, so that 
 
48 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 she seemed half-dislocated ; and she adhered 
 to the wall for support, and sprawled out one 
 long arm and a hand, which she flattened 
 against the wall, to hold on by suction sooner 
 than not at all. 'Here's a [yawn] to-do,' said 
 she. ' Anybody's [yawn] cat dead ? ' 
 
 ' No, but mine are catching no mice. No- 
 body to light the fire and give my man his 
 breakfast while I open the shop. Aren't you 
 ashamed of yourself ? ' 
 
 ' Too sleepy [yawn] to be ashamed of any- 
 tMng ! ' 
 
 ' Then wake up and bustle.' 
 
 Deborah gave herself a wriggle that set 
 her long bare arms flying like windmills, and 
 went to work. The pair soon brightened the 
 parlour, and then Sarah came into the shop and 
 opened the door ; but the patent shutters out- 
 side were heavy and stiff, as she knew, so she 
 called Deborah. 
 
 ' You might pull down those heavy shutters 
 outside for me. You are stronger than I am, 
 for all you look like a jelly-bag.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 49 
 
 Deborah drew back in dismay. ' Me go 
 into the street ! I'm not half dressed.' 
 
 ' Fine shapes don't need fine clothes. 
 You might catch another husband on the 
 pavement.' 
 
 ' I'd rather catch him in church with my 
 new bonnet.' Then, to escape any more in- 
 vitations to publish her curl-papers — for that 
 was where the shoe really pinched — she ran 
 maliciously into the parlour, screaming up the 
 corkscrew stairs : ' Here, master ! James Man- 
 sell, you are wanted ! ' 
 
 ' Be quiet,' said Sarah, colouring ; ' he is 
 not your servant. Them that do it for me will 
 be round directly. It isn't the master's business 
 to take down the Avife's shutters.' 
 
 ' I think it is, then, if he is a man, for it 
 is a man's work.' 
 
 Deborah spoke this at James Mansell, and 
 at the top of her voice. The words were hardly 
 out of her mouth when a man's hands were seen 
 to pull down the heavy shutters and let in the 
 light. 
 
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50 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 'Didn't I tell you?' said the ready Deborah. 
 ' And here is one dropped from the sky 
 express.' 
 
 ' "Why, it is Joseph Piader,' said Mrs. Man- 
 sell, drawing back. 
 
 ' La ! Your old sweetheart ! ' 
 
 'Never! Eor shame! Hold your tongue ! ' 
 
 Deborah grinned with delight, and whipped 
 into the parlour to hide her curl-papers and 
 listen. Sarali went behind the counter and 
 minded her business. She made sure Pinder 
 would proceed on his course, as soon as he had 
 done that act of courtesy. 
 
 Instead of that he came slowly and a little 
 sheepishly in at the door, and stood at the 
 counter opposite her. He was in a complete 
 suit of white cotton, all but his soft brown hat, 
 and looked wonderfully neat and clean. 
 
 ' Good-morning, Mrs. Mansell,' said he, 
 respectfully. 
 
 ' Good-morning, Mr. Pinder,' said Mrs. 
 Mansell Then — stiffly — 'Sorry you should 
 take so much trouble.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 51 
 
 Finder looked puzzled, so, woman-like, she 
 answered his looks. 
 
 ' I mean to take down my shutters. I pay 
 a person express.' 
 
 ' Oh, I heard somebody say it was a man's 
 work.' 
 
 Sarah explained hurriedly : ' Oh, that was 
 my sister.' 
 
 'What, Deborah?' 
 
 ' Deborah,' said she, drily, in a way calcu- 
 lated to close the dialogue. But Finder did 
 not move. He fumbled with his hat, and at 
 last said he was not there by accident, but had 
 come to see her. 
 
 ' What for ? ' And she opened her eyes 
 rather wide. ^ 
 
 ' A little bit of business.' 
 
 Sarah coloured, but she said drily, ' What 
 can I serve you ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, it is not with you ; it is with your 
 husband.' 
 
 ' Indeed,' said she, rather incredulously, 
 almost suspiciously. 
 
52 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' Got him a job.' 
 
 ' That is very good of you, I'm sure,' was 
 the reply, and now the tone was satiricaL 
 ' My husband has plenty of jobs.' 
 
 ' Well, he used to have ; but the shop- 
 keepers here are against him now ; they say he 
 leaves his work.' 
 
 Sarah seized this opportunity to get rid of 
 Mr. Pinder altogether. ' Did you come here to 
 run my husband down to me ? ' she inquired, 
 haughtily. 
 
 ' Am I one of that sort ? ' said Pinder, 
 defiantly. He was beginning to take offence, 
 as well he might. ' I came to do the man a 
 good turn, whether I get any thanks for it or 
 not.' 
 
 Sarah coloured and held her peace. He 
 had taken the right way with her now. But it 
 was hard for the good-natured fellow to hold 
 spite, especially against her ; he went naturally 
 back to his friendly manner, and told her that 
 the new Eectory was being decorated by a 
 London firm, and their grainer had been taken 
 
SINGLEHEA RT and DO UBLEFA CE. 5 3 
 
 ill, and he (Pinder) had told the foreman he 
 knew a tiptop grainer, James Mansell, and the 
 foreman had jumped at him. 
 
 'I've made the bargain, Sarah. London 
 price. It's a thirty-pound job.' And he 
 looked proud. 
 
 ' Thirty pounds ? ' exclaimed Sarah. 
 
 ' Yes ; it's a large house, panelled rooms, 
 and hall and staircase, all to be grained, besides 
 the doors and shutters, and skirtings. Only 
 mind, these swell London tradesmen won't 
 stand — unpunctuality. Where is he, if you 
 please ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, he is at home.' 
 
 ' Then let me see him directly.' 
 
 ' You can't just now.' 
 
 Deborah, who had listened to every word, 
 chose this moment to emerge from the parlour. 
 She had utilised her curl-papers by lighting the 
 fire with them, and came out very neat in a 
 charming cap, and curtsied. ' Give him 
 half an hour, Mr. Finder,' said she, sweetly ; 
 ' he is in bed.' 
 
54 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 Finder looked at his watch, and said he 
 could not wait half an hour — he was due ; but 
 he wrote a line with his pencil for Mansell 
 to give to the foreman ; then he put on 
 his cap and said, jauntily, 'Good-morning, 
 ladies/ 
 
 ' Good morning, sir,' said Deborah, gra- 
 ciously. 
 
 ' And thank you, Joseph,' said Sarah, 
 gently. 
 
 ' You are very welcome ; I suppose you 
 know that,' said he, as bluntly as he could. 
 
 When he was gone, Sarah's artificial indif- 
 ference disappeared with a vengeance. She ran 
 into the parlour, and screamed up the spiral 
 staircase, ' James ! James ! Such good news ! 
 Get up and come down directly ! ' 
 
 ' All right,' said a sleepy voice. 
 
 Then she turned on Deborah. ' And what 
 call had you to say he was in bed ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, the truth may be blamed, but it can't 
 be shamed,' was Deborah's steady reply. 
 
 Proverbs being unanswerable, Sarah changed 
 
SINGLEHEART arid DOUBLEFACE. 55 
 
 the subject. ' And if you haven't got on ray- 
 new cap ! ' 
 
 Deborah had no by- word ready to justify 
 misappropriation of another lady's cap ; so 
 she took a humble tone. ' La ! Sally, I couldn't 
 help it, he was such a nice young man. You 
 can't abide him, but tastes they differ. Do you 
 think he will come again ? If he does, I really 
 must set my cap at him.' 
 
 ' But not viine ; ' and Sarah, who was in 
 rare spirits, whipped her cap in a moment off 
 her sister's head. 
 
 ' La ! you needn't to take my hair and all,' 
 whined Deborah. ' That's my own, anyway.' 
 
 ' Then you are not in the fashion,' was the 
 ready reply. ' Come, Deb, enough chat ; this 
 is a busy morning, and a happy morning to 
 make us forget last night for ever. Now, dear, 
 run and make my man his coffee — nice and 
 strong.' 
 
 ' I will.' 
 
 ' And clean his boots for going out.' 
 
 'If I must, I must,' said Deborah, with 
 
56 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFA CE. 
 
 sudden languor. She never could see wby 
 ■women should clean men's boots. 
 
 ' And air him' a shirt.' 
 
 ' Is that all ? ' inquired Deborah, affecting 
 surprise. 
 
 ' All at present,' said the mistress, drily. 
 
 ' What, hasn't he any hose to darn, nor hair 
 to be cut, nor teeth to be cleaned for him ? ' 
 
 ' You go on, with your cheek,' and she 
 threatened Deborah merrily with a duster. Her 
 heart was light. And now a customer or two 
 trickled in at intervals. She served them 
 promptly and civilly. 
 
 Presently she saw her husband coming 
 slowly down the spiral staircase. She ran into 
 the parlour to meet him. Not a word about 
 last night, but welcomed him Avith smiles 
 and a long kiss. ' Good news, dear,' said she, 
 jubilant. 
 
 He received her with discouragino- languor : 
 'Well, what is up?' 
 
 But she was not to be disheartened so 
 easily. ' Why, Jemmy dear ! there's a job 
 
SINGLEHEART and DQUBLEFACE. 57 
 
 waiting for you at the Eectorj, and you are 
 to have thirty pounds for it.' 
 
 ' Thirty pounds ! That will be a long job.' 
 She tossed her head a little at that. ' Why 
 a long job ? It is not day-work. It shouldn't 
 be a long job if I had it to do, and was as 
 clever as you are. Come, here's Deborah with 
 your coffee and nice hot toast. Eat your 
 breakfast and start. No, don't take it into the 
 parlour, Deb, to waste more time ; set it down 
 here on the flap. I do love to see him eat.' 
 
 Mr. Mansell, thus stimulated, put the coffee 
 to his lips. But he set it down untasted, and 
 said he couldn't. 
 
 ' Try, dear ; 'tv/ill do you good.' 
 ' I can't, Sally ; I am very ill ; my head 
 swims so, and my chest is on fire. Oh ! ' and 
 Mr. Mansell leaned on the end of the counter 
 and crroaned aloud. He made so much of his 
 disease that Sarah was alarmed, and told 
 Deborah to run for the doctor. 
 
 That personage stood stock-still, and 
 as ostentatiously calm as the invalid was 
 
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 demonstrative in his sufferings. ' A doctor ! 
 Why, he'd make the man ill.' She folded her 
 arms and contemplated the victim. ' Hot cop- 
 pers,' said she. ' He only v?ants a hair of the 
 dog that bit him.' This with a composure that 
 befitted the occasion ; but it vs^as not so re- 
 ceived. ' How dare you ! ' cried Sarah. 
 
 ' Yes, Deb, for mercy's sake,' moaned the 
 sufferer — ' for mercy's sake, a drop of brandy ! ' 
 
 Deborah would have gone for it directly 
 if she had been mistress, but, as it was, she 
 consulted her sister by the eye. 
 
 Sarah replied to that look with great deci- 
 sion. ' Not if you are any sister of mine. Ay, 
 that is the way of it — drink to be ill, and then 
 drink iq be well ; and once you have begun, 
 go on till you are ill again, and want a drop to 
 start you again on the road to beggary and 
 shame. Drink, drink, drink ! in a merry-go- 
 round that never halts.' Then, firmly : ' You 
 drink your coffee without more words, and 
 then go and work for your daughter like a 
 man. Come ! ' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 59 
 
 She held the cup out to him ■with a fine air 
 of authority, though her heart was quaking all 
 the time, and he, being just then in a subdued 
 condition, took it resignedly, and sipped a little. 
 Then a customer came in, but Sarah was not 
 to be diverted from her purpose. She ordered 
 Deborah to stand there and see him drain every 
 drop. Deborah folded her bare arms and 
 inspected the process loftily but keenly. He got 
 through two-thirds of the contents, then showed 
 her the balance with such a piteous look that 
 she had compassion, stretched out her long arm 
 for the cup, sent the contents down her throat 
 with one gesture, and returned the cup with 
 another gesture, half regal, half vulgar, all in 
 two seconds, and James with admirable rapidity 
 set the cup down empty under Sarah's eye, and 
 so they abused her confidence. 
 
 ' Well done,' said she ; ' strong coffee is an 
 antidote, they say, and work is another. Off 
 you go to the Eectory, and Avork till one. 
 Deborah will have a nice hot dinner ready for 
 you by then.' She found him his basket and 
 
6o SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 his brushes, all cleaned by herself, though he 
 had left them foul. 
 
 At this last trait a gleam of gratitude shot 
 into his skull. He said: 'Well, you are the 
 right sort. It is some pleasure to work for 
 you.' 
 
 ' And our child,' said she. ' Think of us 
 both when you think of one. Oh, Jemmy 
 dear ! if you should ever be tempted again, do 
 but ask yourself whether them that tempt you 
 to your ruin love you as well as we do.' 
 
 ' Say no more, Sally ; I'll turn a new leaf. 
 Here, give me a kiss over the counter.' So 
 they had a long conjugal embrace over the 
 counter. 
 
 Deborah looked on, and said, in her way, 
 ' Makes my mouth water, being a widder.' 
 
 ' There,' said James Mansell, turning to go. 
 ' I'll never touch a drop again until I have 
 chucked that thirty pounds into your lap, my 
 girl.' With this resolve, he left the shop. 
 
 Sarah must come round the corner, and 
 watch him down the street ; then she turned at 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 6 1 
 
 the door, and beamed all over, and her eyes 
 sparkled. ' God bless him ! ' she cried. ' There 
 isn't a better workman, nor a better husband, 
 nor a better man, in Britain, only keep him 
 from drink. Now is there ? ' 
 
 ' La ! Sarah, how can I tell ? I never saw 
 him sober six days running ; but I have heard 
 you say he used to be a good husband. And 
 why not again, if he do but keep his word ? ' 
 
 ' And he will ; he is not the man to break 
 his word, far less his oath. He turns over a 
 new leaf to-day, and I'm a happy woman once 
 more.' 
 
 ' And I'll have his dinner ready to the 
 moment.' 
 
 Deborah dived into the kitchen, and was 
 heard the next moment working and whistling 
 tunes of a cheerful character. No blacksmith 
 or ploughboy could beat this rustic dame at 
 that. 
 
 Mrs. Mansell was soon occupied at the 
 counter, A cook came in, and bought three 
 pounds of bacon at 8d. the pound for her 
 
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 mistress, and ditto of best Limerick at \\d. for 
 the kitchen — these prices to be reversed in her 
 housekeeping book. She also paid the week's 
 bill, and demanded her perquisite. Sarah sub- 
 mitted, and gave her half a crown, or her mis- 
 tress would have shopped elsewhere under her 
 influence. Then came a maid-of-all-work for a 
 packet of blacklead, seven pounds of soda, two 
 of sugar, a bar of soap, and some ' connubial ' 
 blacking. Sarah said she was out of that. The 
 slavey replied, with the usual attention to 
 grammar : ' Oh yes, you do ! Mrs. White's 
 servant buys it here.' 
 
 ' Oh, that's Nubian blacking.' 
 
 ' Well, and that's what I want ; saves a vast 
 o' trouble.' 
 
 Others came, child customers, some only 
 just up to the counter, and many of them mute. 
 These showed their coppers, and Sarah had to 
 divine the rest. But she had a rare eye for 
 them ; she looked keenly at each mite, and 
 knew what they wanted by their faces and 
 their coin. She gave one a screw of tobacco 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 63 
 
 for father, another a candle with paper wrapped 
 round the middle, another an ounce of candy. 
 But as it drew near one there was a lull in 
 trade, and savoury smells came up from the 
 kitchen. The good wife must have a finger in 
 her husband's dinner. She locked the shop 
 door and ran down to the kitchen fire, and when 
 it had struck one, and everything was done 
 to a turn, she ran up again and unlocked the 
 door and laid a clean cloth in the little parlour, 
 and had Lucy there very neat, that no attraction 
 might be wanting to her converted husband and 
 workman on his return to his well-earned meal. 
 
 By-and-by Deborah looked in with cheeks 
 as red as her hair to say the steak would spoil 
 if not eaten. 
 
 ' But you mustn't let it spoil,' objected 
 Sarah, loftily. ' He won't be long now' — then, 
 with delight — ' here he is,' for a man's figure 
 darkened the door. ' No ; it's only Joseph 
 Finder.' 
 
 Joseph Binder it was, and for once looking 
 morose. He had a tin can with a narrowish 
 
64 SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 neck in his hand, and put it down on the 
 counter with some noise, as much as to say, 
 ' This time I am a customer and nothing more.' 
 Mrs. Mansell received him as such, went behind 
 the counter directly, and leaned a little over, 
 awaiting his orders. 
 
 'Half a gallon of turps,' said he, almost 
 rudely. Mrs. Mansell went meekly and filled 
 his can from a little tank with a tap. 
 
 But Deborah, who never read books, 
 always read faces. She scanned Pinder, and 
 said, ' You seem put out. Is there anything 
 the matter ? ' 
 
 ' Plenty,' said he ; ' more than I like to tell. 
 But she must know it sooner or later. Serves 
 me right, anyway, for recommending a ' 
 
 He stopped in time, and turned away from 
 Sarah to Deborah, and said bitterly, ' He never 
 came to work at all. He fell in with a tempter 
 in this very street, and got enticed away 
 directly.' 
 
 Sarah raised her hands in dismay, and 
 uttered not a word, but an inarticulate cry of 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 65 
 
 distress, so eloquent of amazement and dismay- 
 that Finder's anger gave way to pity, and he 
 began all of a sudden to make excuses for the 
 offender, and lay the blame on Dick Varney, a 
 dangerous villain with a cajoling tongue, a 
 pickpocket's fingers, and a heart of stone. He 
 turned to Sarah now, and enlarged on this 
 villain's vices — said he had been in prison 
 twice, and it was he who was ruining James 
 Mansell. 
 
 But Sarah interrupted all this : ' Never 
 mind him. Where is my poor husband .^ ' 
 ' At " The Chequers," my mate says.' 
 ' Give me my shawl and bonnet, Deborah.' 
 ' What to do ? ' inquired Finder, uneasily. 
 'To fetch him away,' was the dogged 
 reply. 
 
 Then at last the long-hidden truth came out. 
 ' Oh, it will not be the first time I have gone to 
 a pubhc-house, and stood their jeers and his 
 drunken anger for an hour or two, and brought 
 him home at last. He has sworn at me before 
 them all, but he never struck me. Ferhaps 
 
66 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 that is to come. I think it will come to-day, 
 ■for he was more violent last night than ever I 
 knew him to be. I don't care, I'll have him 
 home if I die for it.' 
 
 ' Not from " The Chequers," you won't. 
 You don't know the place ; there are bad women 
 there as well as bad men. Why, it's a boozing- 
 ken for thieves and their jades. Take a man 
 away from them ! — they would soil your ears 
 and make your flesh creep, and perhaps mark 
 your face for ever. You stay beside your 
 sister. I must go on with it now. I'll strike 
 work at dinner-time for once in my life, and I'll 
 bring your man home.' 
 
 This, melted both the sisters, Sarah most, 
 who had been so cold to her old lover. ' Oh, 
 thank you, bless you, Joseph ! ' she sobbed. 
 
 ' Don't cry, Sally,' said the honest fellow, in 
 a broken voice ; ' pray don't cry ! I can't bear 
 to see you cry,' and he almost burst out of the 
 place for fear he should break down himself, or 
 say something kinder than he ought. His boy 
 was waiting outside ; he sent him in for the 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 67 
 
 turps, and ordered him to tell the foreman to 
 dock his afternoon time, he was gone to look 
 after the grainer. 
 
 He went down to ' The Chequers,' and got 
 there just in time to find Mansell quarrelling 
 with three blackguards in the skittle-ground. 
 Indeed, before he could interfere, one of them 
 gave the drunken man a severe blow on the nose 
 that made him bleed like a pig. The next mo- 
 ment the aggressor lay fiat on his back, felled by- 
 Joe Pinder. The other two sparred up, but went 
 down like nine-pins before that long, muscular 
 arm, shot out straight from the shoulder. 
 Then he seized Mansell, and said, ' The vil- 
 lains have hurt you ; come and be cured.' 
 And so, not giving him time to think, he 
 half coaxed, half pushed him out of the place, 
 and got him on the road home. 
 
 Meantime Sarah sat sorrowful, and said her 
 happy day was soon ended, and she wished her 
 life was ended too. Deborah sat beside her, 
 and tried' to comfort her. 
 
 ' One good thing,' said she, * you have got 
 
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68 SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 a friend now, when most wanted, and " a friend 
 in need is a friend indeed." And to think you 
 had the offer of Joseph Pinder, and could go 
 and take James Mansell ! ' 
 
 Sarah drew up : ' And would again,' said 
 she, ' with all his faults. I would not give 
 him for Joe Pinder, nor any other man.' 
 
 'Well, that's a good job, as you are tied to 
 him,' remarked Deborah. 
 
 ' Do you think Joseph will bring him home ? ' 
 
 ' If any man can. I think ever so much of 
 that chap.' 
 
 ' Then don't let the dinner spoil, at all 
 events.' 
 
 Deborah didn't trust herself to speak. She 
 got up resignedly to attend to the possible 
 wants of this deserving husband. Sarah di- 
 vined that it cost her a struggle, and tried to 
 gild the pill. 
 
 ' You are a good sister to me,' said she. 
 
 ' That 1 am,' said Deborah, frankly. ' BiLt 
 so are you to me ; and I was always as fond of 
 you as a cow is of her calf.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 69 
 
 ' And I haven't forgot the print,' said Mrs. 
 Mansell ; ' but you see how I have been put 
 about. I mustn't go to my safe even for you, 
 but there's half a sovereign in the till, and you 
 shall have it before some fresh trouble comes to 
 make me forget.' 
 
 Deborah's eyes sparkled, but she said it 
 wasn't a fit time, there were too many sucking 
 at her. 
 
 ' And that is true ; but they can't drain me. 
 Don't tell a soul ; I make a deal of money in 
 this little shop. I wouldn't give my Saturdays 
 for hi. apiece.' Then almost in a whisper : 
 ' I've got 60^. put by in that safe there, 
 and the safe fastened to the wall. I mustn't 
 touch that money, 'tis for my darling Lucy. 
 But there's an odd half-sovereign in the till, and 
 it is for you. There are some beauties at 
 Coverley's, over the way.' Dress, having once 
 been mentioned, was, of course, the dominant 
 substantive. Whilst she was speaking, she 
 took out her keys and opened the till. There 
 was much less silver in it than she expected to 
 
70 . SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 find. She put both hands in, and turned it 
 all over in a moment. There was no half- 
 sovereign. ' Come here ! come here ! ' she 
 scr-^amed ; ' the till has been robbed.' 
 
 ' La, Sarah,' cried Deborah, ' never ! ' 
 
 ' But I say it has ; there's not a shilling here 
 but what I have taken to day.' 
 
 ' When did you look last ? ' 
 
 ' Yestereen at six, and counted half a sove- 
 reign and eighteen shillings in silver. What will 
 become of me now.P — ^ there are thieves about. 
 Heaven knows how the goods go, but this is 
 some man's work.' 
 
 ' Then I wish I had him,' said Deborah, 
 and she thrust out her great arms and long, 
 sinewy fingers. The words were scarcely out 
 of her lips, and the formidable fingers still 
 extended, knuckles downward, when James 
 Mansell, his shirt and trousers covered with 
 blood, was thrust in at the door by Joseph 
 Finder : his own white dress had suffered by 
 the contact. 
 
 Both women screamed at sight of him, 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 71 
 
 and Sarah cried, ' Oli ! they have murdered 
 him.' 
 
 Finder said, hastily, ' No, no, he's none the 
 worse — only a bloody nose.' 
 
 ' Then he is cheap served,' said Deborah. 
 
 ' Ay, but let me tell you I came just in 
 time : there were three of them on to him.' 
 
 ' Oh,' cried Sarah, ' the cowards ! ' 
 
 Mr. Mansell caught at the word ' cowards.' 
 Cried he, ' Let's go and fight 'em.' 
 
 ' Not if I know it,' said Pinder, stopping 
 his rush, and holding him like a vice. 
 
 ' What, are you turned coward and all ? 
 Look here, he knocked 'em all three down like 
 nine-pins.' 
 
 ' Then there let 'em lie,' said this rational 
 hero. 
 
 ' I sha'n't,' said the irrational one. ' I'll go 
 and just kick 'em up again, and then ' 
 
 But the next process was not revealed, be- 
 cause in illustrating the first Mr. Mansell sat 
 down on the floor with a heavy bump, and had 
 to be picked up by Pinder and lectured. 
 
72 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 ' What you want just now is not more fighting, 
 but a wash, and then a sleep.' 
 
 Sarah proposed an amendment : ' What he 
 wants most, Mr. Finder, is a heart and a con- 
 science.' 
 
 ' Is that all ? ' said the impenitent. 
 
 Deborah giggled. But Mr. Mansell had 
 better have kept his humour for a less serious 
 situation. The much-enduring wife turned 
 upon him the moment he spoke : 
 
 ' After all you promised and swore to me 
 this day. Good work and good money brought 
 to your hand by one we had no claim on, either 
 you or I, a good home to come to, a good 
 dinner cooked with loving hands, and a good 
 wife and daughter that counted the minutes till 
 they could see you eating it. What are you 
 made of? You are neither a husband, nor a 
 father, nor a man.' 
 
SINGLE HEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 73 
 
 CHAPTEK IV. 
 
 ' Hold your tongue ! ' roared the culprit. 
 
 But her blood was fairly up, and instead of 
 flinching from him, she came at him like a 
 lioness. 
 
 ' No : I have held my tongue long enough 
 and screened your faults, and hid my trouble 
 from the world. What right have such men as 
 you to marry and get children that they hate 
 and would beggar if they could, as well as their 
 miserable wives .? ' She put her hand suddenly 
 to her forehead as a keen pain shot through it. 
 ' He will drive me wild. If you are a sister of 
 mine, take him out of my sight.' She stamped 
 her foot on the ground, and her eyes flashed : 
 ' D'ye hear ? Take him out of my sight before 
 my heart bursts my bosom, and I curse the 
 hour I ever saw him.' 
 
74 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFA CE. 
 
 Deborah had bundled him into the parlour 
 before this climax came, and she now got him 
 out of sight altogether, saying, ' Come, Jemmy ! 
 " A wise man never faces an angry woman." ' 
 
 As for Sarah, she sank down upon a seat, 
 languid and limp ; and after the thunder the 
 rain. 
 
 Finder, with instinctive good-breeding, had 
 turned to go. But now he couldn't. The 
 woman he had always loved, and who had 
 given him so much pain, sat quietly weeping, 
 as one who could no longer struggle. He 
 looked at her, and, to use the expressive words 
 of Scripture, his bowels yearned over her. He 
 did not know what he could say to do her 
 any good, yet he couldn't go without trying. 
 He said, gently, ' Don't despair ; while there's 
 life there's hope.' 
 
 She shook her head sadly, and said, gently, 
 ' There's none for me now.' 
 
 ' Oh, yes ; if that Varney could be got out 
 of the way, he would listen to reason. He is 
 the wicked one ; your man is only weak.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 75 
 
 ' Where's the odds if they do the same 
 thing ? But it is very good of you to make 
 excuses for him.' 
 
 She then took out a white pocket-handker- 
 chief and meekly dried her eyes ; then she 
 stood up and said, in a grave, thoughtful way 
 — which he recognised as her old manner — 
 ' Let me look at you,' 
 
 She took a step toward him, but he did 
 not move toward her. On the contrary, he 
 stood there and fidgeted, and when she looked 
 full at him he hung down his head a little. 
 
 ' Nay, look at me,' said she ; ' you have 
 done naught to be ashamed of.' 
 
 Being so challenged, he did look at her, 
 but not so full as she did at him. It was a 
 peculiarity of this woman that she could gaze 
 into a man's face without either seeming bold 
 or feehng ashamed. She never took her eye 
 off Binder's face during the whole dialogue 
 which follows. Said she, slowly and thought- 
 fully, and her eye perusing him all the time : 
 ' You must be a very good young man. Years 
 
76 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ago you courted me honourably, and I was 
 barely civil to you.' 
 
 Finder said, gently, ' You never deceived 
 me.' 
 
 ' No, but I never valued you. Novsr that 
 I am older, I have noticed that for a v^oman 
 to refuse a man makes him as bitter as gall. 
 Dear heart ! do but v^ound his vanity, and his 
 love, such as 'tis, turns to spite directly ; but 
 instead of that you have always spoken re- 
 spectful of me, for it has come round to my 
 ears ; and you have held aloof from me, and 
 that was wise and proper, till you saw I was 
 in trouble, and then you came to me to do me 
 a good turn in the right way through my 
 unfortunate husband. You are one of a thou- 
 sand, and may God reward you ! ' 
 
 By this time Finder's eyes had gradually 
 sunk to the ground before the calm gaze and 
 the intelligent praise of one who was still very 
 dear to him. 
 
 ' Have you done ? ' said he, drily, inspect- 
 ing the floor. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 77 
 
 ' Yes,' said she ; ' I have thought my thought 
 and said my say.' 
 
 ' Well, then, I should like to tell you some- 
 thing. It makes a man better to love a good 
 woman, even if he can't win her and wear her. 
 I studied you when you were a maid, and it 
 set me against a many vulgar vices. I have had 
 my eye on you since you were a wife, and that 
 has made me respect you still more, and respect 
 virtue. You have a dangerous enemy in that 
 Dick Varney. Against him you want a friend. 
 I seem to feel somehow as if I was called upon 
 to be that friend, and I do assure you, Sarah, 
 that I am not so unreasonable as I was when the 
 disappointment was fresh. I should have been 
 downright happy to-day if things had gone to 
 your mind. After all, the day isn't over yet, 
 and I've struck work. Is there nothing I can 
 do Drink and Dick Varney can't spoil, confound 
 them ? ' 
 
 Thus urged, and being beset with troubles, 
 and feeling already the rare comfort and support 
 of a male friend, she confessed she had another 
 
78 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 
 
 trouble — a small one comparatively, but not a 
 small one on the top of the others. She was 
 being robbed. She told him all about it, and 
 with a workman's quickness he asked to see the 
 lock of the till. 
 
 He examined this closely, and detected at 
 once, by abrasions in the metal, that it had 
 been opened with a picklock, not a key. He 
 told her so, an-d she said she was none the 
 wiser. 
 
 " I am, though,' said he. ' It shows that 
 nobody in the house has done it. It's pro- 
 fessional. I should not wonder if this wa's 
 Varney and all. Why, he's an old hand at 
 this game, and has been in trouble for no 
 other thing. Does he ever come into your 
 shop ? ' 
 
 ' He may. I don't know him by sight.' 
 
 Finder reflected. ' James ManseU tells him 
 everything, you may be sure, and it's just like 
 the scoundrel to steal in here and rob the wife 
 at home, and ruin the husband abroad.' 
 
 Then he thought again, and presently 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 79 
 
 slapped his thigh, with satisfaction, for he 
 thought he saw a way to turn all this to 
 profit. 
 
 ' If we can only catch that Varney, and 
 give him five years' penal — it won't be less, 
 being an old ofiender — Mansell will lose his 
 tempter, and then he'll listen to you and me, 
 strike drink, go in for work, and be a much 
 happier man, and you a happy woman.' 
 
 ' Oh, these are comforting words ! ' said 
 poor Sarah. ' But how am I to catch the 
 villain ? ' 
 
 ' Others must do that. You go to the 
 police station, see the Superintendent, and 
 make your complaint. I'll come after you, 
 and talk to Mr. Steele, the detective ; he is 
 a friend of mine, and will soon know all about 
 it. A drunken thief is as leaky as the rest. 
 But you must keep your own counsel ; your 
 sister has a good heart, but she is a chatterbox, 
 and out every evening in half a dozen houses. 
 I don't like to go with you because of the 
 blood on my clothes ; but if you will start at 
 
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 once, I will change my coat and join you at 
 the station, and bring you back.' 
 
 Sarah carried out these instructions with 
 her usual fidelity. She ascertained that her hus- 
 band was lying fast asleep upon the bed ; she 
 put on her shawl and bonnet, confided Lucy 
 and the shop to Deborah, and when the latter 
 asked where she was going, said, drily, ' There 
 and back.' With that she vanished. 
 
 ' There, now,' said Deborah, ' I owe that to 
 you, Mr. Pinder.' 
 
 ' How so ? ' 
 
 ' When they have got a nice young man to 
 tell their minds to, they don't waste words on a 
 sister.' 
 
 ' Well, you needn't grudge me,' said he. 
 ' It's five years since she spoke a Avord to me.' 
 So then he retired in his turn, and Deborah 
 had only the customers and little Lucy to talk 
 to. 
 
 The customers of this little shop, accustomed 
 to the grave, modest Sarah, must have been a 
 little surprised at the humours of her substitute. 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 8 1 
 
 The first to be astonished was a game- 
 keeper. He came iu, spruce in velveteen 
 jacket and leathern gaiters, from the country. 
 He stared at Deborah, none the less that she 
 happened just then to be whisthng a poacher's 
 song. 
 
 ' Why, where's the mistress ? ' said he. 
 
 ' Gone after the master.' 
 
 ' And where's the master? ' 
 
 ' Gone before the mistress.' 
 
 ' I want a pound o' powder.' 
 
 ' Well, money will buy it. What powder? 
 Emery-powder, putty-powder, violet-powder ? ' 
 
 ' No, gunpowder, to be sure.' 
 
 Deborah recoiled : ' I wouldn't touch it for 
 a pension.' 
 
 The gamekeeper laughed. ' Well,' said he, 
 ' you are a pretty shop worn an.' 
 
 ' Oh, sir,' said Deborah, coquettishly, ' and 
 I'm sure you are a beautiful gamekeeper.' 
 
 He took a considerable time to comprehend 
 this retort ; when he had mastered the diffi- 
 culty, he said, ' Well, let us trade. You'll 
 
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82 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 beat me at talk. Powder isn't loose ; it's in a 
 canister.' 
 
 ' Oh,' said Deborah, 'you seem to know all 
 about it. Where does she keep it ? ' 
 
 ' Why, there 'tis, right under your nose.' 
 
 ' Well, I can't see with my nose, can I ? ' 
 
 She took it and put it rather gingerly on 
 the counter. ' Now before it goes off and 
 sends us all to Heaven or Somewhere, what is 
 the price of it, if you please.' 
 
 ' Oh, the seller sets the price,' said he. 
 
 ' All right,' said she. ' Ten shillings ! See 
 what a lot you can kill with it.' 
 
 ' The mistress always makes it half a 
 crown.' 
 
 ' Ay,' said Deborah, ' she is a hard woman. 
 You give me a shilling, and I'll only charge you 
 eighteenpence.' 
 
 While he was counting out the money, a 
 keen whistle was heard. Deborah's quick ears 
 caught it directly : ' Is that for you ? ' said 
 she. 
 
 ' No ; more likely for you.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 83 
 
 ' All the better. " Whistle and I'll come to 
 you, my lad," ' said she, directing the invitation 
 out into the street. 
 
 ' I'd step out and whistle if I thought that,' 
 said the gamekeeper, showing his whistle. 
 'Shall I try?' 
 
 'Why not? 
 
 It's a man's part to try, 
 And a woman's to deny, 
 And now you'd better fly, 
 
 for here comes our family sponge. Well, he 
 does shake off liquor quick, I must say that for 
 him.' 
 
 James Mansell came through the parlour, 
 clean washed and very neatly dressed. 
 
 ' Mrs. Smart,' said he, civilly. 
 
 ' Mr. Mansell, I hope I see you well, sir. 
 It's you for quick recoveries. Bloody noses is 
 good for the brain, apparently,' suggested 
 Deborah, ' likewise a little repose after the 
 fatigue of drinking and fighting. 
 
 ' I did take forty winks.' 
 
 ' Well, sir, and now you are fortified, what s 
 
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84 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 the next order ? Another cup of coffee^ war- 
 ranted to contain a httle chicory, and a deal of 
 bullock's liver, acorns, burned rags, and 
 muck ? ' 
 
 ' No ; after this last experience I've for- 
 sworn all liquids except juicy meat and rotten 
 potatoes. And I should feel greatly obhged if 
 you would prepare me a nice hot steak, and fry 
 me some onions nice and brown, as you alone 
 can fry them.' 
 
 ' It is the least any woman can do for such a 
 civil-spoken gentleman,' said Deborah, and she 
 dived at once into her kitchen, telling him to 
 mind the shop. She • little thought that his 
 great object was to get rid of her. 
 
 He watched her out, and then went to the 
 shop- door and looked out. It was Varney's 
 whistle that had drawn him, and that worthy 
 was waiting, and upon ManseU's invitation came 
 cautiously in. Never was thief more plainly 
 marked on a human being. His little, lank, 
 wriggling body reminded one of a weasel, and 
 his eyebrows seemed to spring ffom his temples 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 85 
 
 and meet on the bridge of liis nose. The eyes 
 thus framed could not keep still a moment. 
 They were like a hare's ears, in constant alarm. 
 Between this man and Mansell an eager dialogue 
 took place, rapid and low, which nobody heard 
 but themselves. But anyone who saw the 
 speakers would feel sure those two were plot- 
 ting some vile thing. 
 
 Something or other was definitely settled, 
 even in that short time, and then Varney, who 
 was ill at ease in that place, invited Mansell to 
 turn out at once. 
 
 Mansell objected that he was famished, and 
 dinner was being prepared. 
 
 ' No, no,' said the other ; ' I won't stay 
 here. You follow me to Buck's dining-room; 
 and mind, no more liquor for me to-day. It 
 will be a ticklish job.' 
 
 He wriggled away, and Mansell took his 
 hat, and called down the kitchen stairs : ' Mrs. 
 Smart — Deborah — please come up here, and 
 attend to the shop. I'm wanted for a job.' 
 
 Deborah raised no objection, but she 
 
86 SINGLEHEART attd DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 resolved on the spot that the steak she had twice 
 prepared for a fool should now be eaten by a 
 rational being, and to make quite sure of this 
 she would eat it herself. So she put a little 
 cloth on a tray, with the steak and two pota- 
 toes, and ran up with it all, and put this 
 savoury supper on the flap, and had just made 
 her first incision, when in came one of the little 
 mites I have referred to, intelligible to Sarah 
 alone. The mite rapped the counter with a 
 penny. Deborah left her steak and faced 
 him : 
 
 ' What can I serve you, sir ? ' 
 
 The mite hammered the counter with his 
 copper. 
 
 ' Oh, yes,' said Deborah, ' I see what I am 
 to have out of you ; but what are you to have 
 for all that money ? ' Then she leaned over the 
 child : ' Is it baccy ? Is it soap ? It should 
 be soap if I was your mother, you little pig. 
 You won't tell me, eh .P It's a dead secret. 
 Let's try another way ! ' And she put down 
 the likeliest articles one after another. ' There, 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUDLEFACE. 87 
 
 a peiin'ortli o' baccy for father ; a penn'orth 0' 
 soap ; a penn'orth o' lolUpops.' The child 
 grabbed the lollipops in a moment and left the 
 copper, and Deborah dashed back to her steak, 
 muttering, ' Sally would have known what he 
 wanted by the colour of his hair.' 
 
 There was a run on the shop. For every 
 three mouthfuls of steak, a penny customer. 
 Deborah despatched them how she could, then 
 dashed back to her steak — in vain : it was an 
 endless va et vient. The last was a sturdy little 
 boy who came and banged down a penny, and 
 in a wonderful bass voice for his size cried, 
 ' Bull's-eyes.' Deborah, in imitation of his style, 
 banged down a ready pennyworth of bull's- eyes, 
 then banged the penny into an iron-basin, then 
 dashed back and hacked away at her steak. 
 ' Oh dear ! ' said she, 'I wish a shilhng would 
 come in and then a lull, instead of this continual 
 torrent of fiery, untamed farthing pieces,' She 
 hadn't half finished her steak when Mrs. Man- 
 sell and Finder came home. 
 
 ' How is he now .'' ' was Sarah's first word. 
 
88 SlNGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' Sober as a judge, and gone out for a job ; 
 and if it is all tlie same to everybody, I ask 
 just ten minutes' peace to eat my supper.' Then 
 Deborah caught up the tray and fled into the 
 kitchen. 
 
 She had not gone long when a detective in 
 plain clothes looked in, and said in a low voice 
 there was news. A female detective had been 
 put on to Varney with rare success : she had 
 listened in the bar of an eating-house, and had 
 picked up the whole story — the' kitchen was 
 deserted every night ; the servant was out 
 gallivanting ; Varney had come in through the 
 kitchen and robbed the till, and to-night he 
 was going to rob the safe or something. 
 
 ' Now,' said Steele, ' get my men in without 
 the servant knowing, and then send her out, and 
 we shall nab the bloke to a certainty.' 
 
 Pinder acquiesced, but Sarah began to ex- 
 hibit weakness. ' Oh dear ! ' said she, ' thieves 
 and police, and perhaps pistols ! ' 
 
 Steele whispered to Pinder, ' Get her out of 
 the way, or she'll spill the treacle.' Pinder 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 89 
 
 persuaded her to go into James's room with the 
 child until they should send for her. She con- 
 sented very readily. Then Steele let in a 
 policeman, and him behind a screen in the 
 parlour. Two more were hidden in an empty 
 house opposite, watching every move. Then 
 Finder put up the shutters and darkened the 
 shop. Now the question was how to get 
 Deborah out of the house. Finder had to go 
 and ask Sarah if she could manage that. ' In 
 a minute,' said she. She came down, and went 
 into the kitchen with ten shillings, and told 
 Deborah she should have her print gown in 
 spite of them all. Then Deborah was keen to 
 get out before the shops closed, and in due 
 course the confederates heard her go out and 
 bang the kitchen door. 
 
 Now there was no saying positively whether 
 Varney was on the watch or not ; and if he was, 
 he might make his attempt in a few minutes, or 
 wait an hour or two. And as he was an old 
 hand, he would probably look all round the 
 house to see if there was danger. Every light 
 
90 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 had to be put out and the shutters drawn, and 
 the screen carefully placed. 
 
 They closed the parlour-door, and hid in the 
 parlour. 
 
 ' But how is my man to get in ? ' Sarah 
 whispered. 
 
 One of the black, undistinguishable figures 
 replied to her, ' Easy enough, only I hope he 
 won't come this two hours ; he Avould spoil 
 all.' 
 
 ' ISTot come to his supper ! Then that will 
 be a sign he is not sober. I'm all of a tremble.' 
 
 ' Hush ! ' 
 
 « What— thieves ? ' 
 
 ' No ; but pray don't talk. He'll come in 
 like a cat, you may be sure. Hark ! ' 
 
 'What is it?' 
 
 ' The kitchen-window,' whispered Steele. 
 
 Now Sarah was silent, but panted audibly 
 in the darkness. 
 
 By-and-by a step was heard on the stairs. 
 Then silence — another creaking step. The 
 watchers huddled behind the screen. 
 
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 What now took place they could only 
 divine in part. 
 
 But I will describe it from the other side of 
 the parlour- door. 
 
 A man opened the kitchen-door softly, and 
 stepped in lightly and noiselessly as a cat. 
 
 He had a dark lantern, and flashed it one 
 half-moment to show him the place. In that 
 moment was revealed a face with a very small 
 black mask. Small as it was, it effectually 
 disguised the man, and made his eyes look 
 terrible with the excitement of crime. He 
 opened the parlour-door, flashed his light in for 
 a moment, then closed the door. That was a 
 trying moment to the watchers. They feared 
 he would examine the room. 
 
 Then the man stepped softly to the kitchen- 
 door, opened it, and whispered, ' Coast clear ; 
 come on ! ' Another man came in on tiptoe. 
 The first comer handed him the light. 
 
 ' No,' whispered the other, ' you hold the 
 hght. Give me the key.' 
 
 Then the first comer opened the bull's-eye 
 
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 direct on the safe, and gave the second man a 
 bright new key, evidently forged for this job. 
 The safe was opened by tlie second man. He 
 looked, and uttered an ejaculation of surprise. 
 Then he plunged his hands in, and there was 
 a musical clatter that was heard and under- 
 stood in the next room, and the watchers stole 
 out softly. 
 
 ' Here's a haul ! ' cried the man. ' Come 
 and reckon 'em on the counter. Why, there's 
 more than fifty, I know.' He put them down 
 in a heap on the counter, and instantly the 
 parlour-door opened, and a powerful bull's- 
 eye shot its light upon the glittering coin. 
 The man stood dumbfounded. The other, 
 with a yell, dashed at the kitchen-door, tore it 
 open, and received the fire of another bull's- 
 eye from the foot of the stairs. He staggered 
 back, and in a moment was at the shop-door, 
 and opened it ; the key was in it, that James 
 might be admitted if he. came. Another bull's- 
 eye met him there, held by a policeman, 
 who stepped in, and bade his mate remain 
 outside. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 93 
 
 The shop was now well lighted with all 
 these vivid gleams concentrated on the stolen 
 gold, and every now and then playing upon the 
 masked faces and ghastly cheeks and glittering 
 eyes of the burglars. 
 
 Steele surveyed his trapped vermin grimly 
 for a moment or two. He felt escape was im- 
 possible : 
 
 ' Now, Dick Varney,' said he, ' you are 
 wanted. Handcuff him.' The smaller figure 
 made no resistance. ' Now who's your pal ? 
 Don't know him by his cut. Come, my man, 
 off with that mask, and show us your ugly mug.' 
 He was going to help him off with it ; but the 
 man caught up a knife that Deborah had left on 
 the counter.' 
 
 ' Touch me if you dare ! ' 
 
 ' Oh, that's the game, is it ? ' said Steele, 
 sternly. ' Draw staves, men. Now don't you 
 try that game with me, my bloke. Ming down 
 that knife, and respect the law, or you'll lie on 
 that floor with your skull split open.' The man 
 flung the knife down savagely. ' And now who 
 are you ? ' 
 
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 The man tore his mask off with a snarl of 
 rage : 
 
 ' I'm the Master of the house ! ' 
 
 He rang these words out hke a trumpet. A 
 faint moan was heard in the parlour. 
 
 ' Gammon ! ' said Steele, contemptuously. 
 
 ' Ask Dick Varney, ask Joe Pinder there,' 
 said the man. ' Ask anybody.' 
 
 ' Ask nobody but me,' said the miserable 
 wife, coming suddenly forward. ' He is my 
 husband, sir, and God help me ! ' 
 
 ' D'ye hear ? ' cried the raging villain, morti- 
 fied to the core, yet exultant in his revenge : 
 ' This house is mine — this shop is mine — that 
 woman is "mine — and this money is mine! He 
 clutched the gold, and put it insolently into his 
 breeches pockets. ' Take yom- hand off that 
 man, Bobby.' 
 
 ' Not likely,' said Steele. ' A thief caught 
 in the act.' 
 
 'A thief! Why, he is my servant, doing 
 my business, under my orders — one of my 
 servants. My wife there — she's my servant in 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 95 
 
 law — collared my money and hid it away ; I 
 ordered another of my servants to open the safe 
 and get me back my own. He's here by my 
 authority.' 
 
 ' Why were you in masks, my bold black- 
 guard? ' asked Steele. 
 
 ' Oh, pray don't anger him, sir,' said poor 
 Sarah. ' Yes, James, you are the master. It 
 
 was all a mistake ; we had no idea Oh ! ' 
 
 She tottered, and put her hand to her brow, 
 
 Steele helped her to a chair. So small an 
 incident did not interrupt her master's elo- 
 quence. ' Eespect the law, says you ? Pretty 
 limbs of the law you are, that don't know the 
 law of husband and wife.' 
 
 Long before this Steele had seen plainly 
 enough that he was in the wrong box. ' We 
 know the law well enough,' said he, de- 
 jectedly. ' It's a little one-sided, but it's the 
 law. Come, men, loose that vagabond.' 
 
 ' He shall bring an action for false im- 
 prisonment.' 
 
 ' No, he won't.' 
 
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 ' Why not ? He has got the law on his 
 side.' 
 
 ' And we have got his httle mask, and 
 his httle antecedents, on ours.' 
 
 Varney whipped out of the place, and at 
 the same time Deborah opened the kitchen- 
 door and stood aghast. 
 
 ' Come, men,' said Steele, ' clear out ; we 
 are only making mischief between man and 
 wife, and she'll be the sufferer, poor thing.' 
 
 ' No,' said James Mansell, authoritatively. 
 ' I'm the master, and since you have heard one 
 story, I'll trouble you to stay and hear the 
 other. I'm the one that is being robbed — of 
 my money, and my wife's affections, and my 
 good name.' 
 
 ' Oh, James ! ' gasped Sarah, ' pray don't 
 say so. Don't think so for a moment.' 
 
 He ignored her entirely ; never looked at 
 her ; but went on to the detective : ' My wife 
 here hid my money away from me.' 
 
 ' To pay my master's rent, and make his 
 child a lady,' put in Sarah. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 97 
 
 'And now she and her old sweetheart 
 there ' 
 
 ' Sweetheart ! I never had but thee.' 
 
 ' They have put the mark of a thief on me 
 in this town. So be it. I leave it for ever. 
 I'm off to America.' 
 
 He marched to the street door, then turned 
 to shoot his last dart : ' With my money ' — and 
 he slapped his pockets — ' and my liberty ' — and 
 he waved his hat. 
 
 ' But I'll have your hfe,' hissed Finder, and 
 strode at him, with murder in his eyes. 
 
 But Sarah Mansell, who sat there crushed, 
 and seemed scarcely sensible, bounded to her 
 feet in a moment, and seized Finder with 
 incredible vigour. 
 
 ' Touch him if you dare ! ' cried she. 
 
 And would you beheve it, mates, she had 
 no sooner stopped him effectually than she 
 turned weaker than ever, and sank all limp 
 against the man she had seized with a clutch 
 of steel ? Then he had nothing to do but sup- 
 port her faint head against his manly breast, 
 
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98 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 and SO, arrested by woman's vigour, which is 
 strong for a moment, and conquered by woman's 
 weakness, which is invincible, he half led, half 
 lifted her tenderly back to her seat. This de- 
 fence of her insulter was the last feat that day 
 of unconquerable love. 
 
 The policemen went out softly, and cast 
 looks of manly pity behind them. 
 
 Soon after the stunning blow came the 
 agony of an outraged, deserted, and still loving 
 wife. But Deborah rushed in with Lucy in 
 her arms, and forced the mother to embrace 
 her child, then wreathed her long arms round 
 them both, and they, being country-bred, rocked 
 and sobbed together. Honest Joe Finder set 
 his face to the wall, but there his concealment 
 ended ; he blubbered aloud with all his heart. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 99 
 
 CHAPTEE V. 
 
 The first burst of distress was followed by the 
 torment of suspense : for several days, at Sarah's 
 request, the friendly pohce watched the steam- 
 boats, to give her an opportunity of appeasing 
 her burglar ; and all this time her eye was 
 always on the street by day, her ear ever on the 
 watch for the music of the blackguard's step. 
 She kept hoping something from paternal affec- 
 tion : why should he abandon Lucy ? She had 
 never offended him. 
 
 But in time proof was brought her that he 
 had actually levanted in a sailing vessel bound 
 for New York. 
 
 I do not practise vivisection, and will not 
 detail all the sufferings of an insulted and de- 
 serted wife — sufferings all the more keen that 
 
loo SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 she was a woman of great spirit and rare merit, 
 and admired for her looks and her qualities by 
 everybody except her husband. Public sym- 
 pathy was offered her : a Liverpool journal 
 got the incident from the police, and dealt with 
 it in a paragraph headed 
 
 EVERY MAN HIS OWN BURGLAE. 
 
 The writer of paragraphs, after the manner 
 of his class, seasoned the dish from his own 
 spice box. A revolver was levelled at the auto- 
 burglar by the wife's friend ; but the wife dis- 
 armed him, a circumstance the writer deplored, 
 and hoped that, should ' sponsa-burglary ' recur, 
 even conjugal affection would respect the in- 
 terests of society, and let the bullet takes its 
 course. 
 
 Finder read out this paragraph, or para- 
 phrase, and translated the last sentence into 
 the vulgar tongue. Then Deborah revelled in 
 it. Sarah was horrified at the exposure, and 
 indignant at a journal presuming to meddle 
 with conjugalia. To hear her, one would infer 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. loi 
 
 that if a blackguard should murder his Avife, it 
 ought to be hushed up, all matters between 
 husband and wife, good or bad, being secret 
 and sacred, and all indictments thereon founded 
 obtrusive, impertinent, and indelicate. 
 
 A great sorrow has often compensations 
 that do the heart no good at the moment ; 
 but time reveals their importance, and that 
 they would have been comforters at the time, 
 could the sufferers have foreseen what was com- 
 ing. This observation is not necessarily con- 
 nected with trust in Providence ; yet the good, 
 who suffer, should consider man's inability to 
 foresee the events of a single day, and also 
 that they are in the hands of One before 
 Whom what we call the future lies flat hke 
 a map along with the past and the present. 
 
 Even my own brief experience of human life 
 has shown me the truth and value of these lines, 
 so comforting to just men and women : 
 
 With steady mind thy course of duty run : 
 God never does, nor suffers to be done, 
 Aught but thyself wouldst do, couldst thou foresee 
 The end of all events so well as He. 
 
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 This story is not written to support that or 
 any other theory ; but as all its curious incidents 
 lie before me, I cannot help being struck with 
 the numerous conversions of evil into unexpected 
 good which it reveals. 
 
 The immediate examples are these. In the 
 first place, before this great and enduring grief 
 fell on Sarah Mansell, Mr. Joseph Pinder had a 
 natural but narrow-minded contempt for Mrs. 
 Deborah Smart. He saw a six months' widow 
 husband-hunting without disguise. To put it in 
 his own somewhat rough but racy language, she 
 raked the town every night for No. 2. But when 
 lasting grief fell upon Sarah, he saw this imper- 
 fect widow resign her matrimonial excursions 
 night after night, and exhaust her ingenuity to 
 comfort her sister. Sometimes it was rough 
 comfort, sometimes it was the indirect comfort 
 of kindness and attention, but sometimes it was 
 a tender sympathy he had never expected from 
 so rough and ready a rustic. Thereupon Pinder 
 and Deborah became friends, and as Sarah was 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 103 
 
 grateful, thougli sad, this wove a threefold cord 
 — a very strong one. 
 
 The second good result was one that even 
 the mourning wife appreciated, because she was 
 a mother, and looked to the futufe. 
 
 Seeing her deserted and in need of help, 
 Joseph Pinder became her servant, and yet her 
 associate. For a fair salary he threw himself 
 into the business, and very soon improved and 
 enlarged it. Tinned meats, soups, and friiits 
 were just then fighting for entrance into the 
 stomach of the prejudiced Briton. Joseph pre- 
 vailed on the sisters to taste these, and select the 
 good ones. They very soon found that amongst 
 the trash there were some comestible treasures, 
 such as the Boston baked beans, Australian beef 
 briskets, and an American ox-tail soup ; also, the 
 pears of one firm in Delaware, and the peaches 
 of another. 
 
 Pinder, who, like many workmen, was an 
 ingenious fellow, had invested his savings in a 
 type- writer, and he printed short notices, and 
 inundated inns and private kitchens with the 
 
1 04 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFA CE. 
 
 praises of the above articles, and personally in- 
 vited many cooks and small housekeepers to the 
 use of his cheap American soup for gravies. 
 ' Where,' said he, ' is the sense of your boiling 
 down leg of beef for gravies and stews and 
 things ? Here are six rich stews, or hashes, for 
 lOrf., and no trouble but to take it out of a can.' 
 One day Sarah showed him, with sorrowful 
 pride, James Mansell's ' panels,' as he called 
 them. That personage, before he took to drink, 
 was an enthusiast in his art, and he had produced 
 about fifteen specimens on thin panels two feet 
 square. They were really magnificent. Joseph 
 cleaned and varnished them ; then caught a 
 moderate grainer, and made him study them ; 
 then put one or two of them in a window, 
 with a notice : ' Graining done in first-rate 
 style by a pupil of Joseph Mansell.' The trade 
 soon heard, and gave the young man a trial. 
 He was not up to the mark of his predecessor, 
 but, thanks to the models, and Finder over- 
 looking his work, he was accepted by degrees, 
 and so Mrs. Mansell drove her husband's trade 
 
SINGLE HE A RT and DO UBLEFA CE. 105 
 
 aad her own enlarged. Money flowed in by 
 two channels, and did not flow out for ' drink.' 
 Pinder's salary was not one-tenth part of the 
 increase his zeal and management brought into 
 the safe, and now there was no drunkard and 
 auto-burglar to drain the wife's purse and tap 
 the till. 
 
 In the three years whose incidents I have 
 decided not to particularise, and so be tri- 
 voluminous, not luminous, the deserted wife had 
 purchased the little shop and premises in Green 
 Street, and had 400^. in the bank, Finder having 
 declared the London and County Bank to be 
 safer than a safe. 
 
 Lucy Mansell was now over seven, and a 
 precocious girl, partly by nature (for she came 
 of a clever father and a thoughtful mother), but 
 partly by living not with children, but with 
 grown-up people. As she inherited her mother's 
 attention, and was a born mimic, she seemed to 
 strangers cleverer than she was. The sprightli- 
 ness of Aunt Deborah naturally attracted tliis 
 young person, and of course she admired what 
 
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 at any young ladies' school she would have 
 been expressly invited to avoid — the by -words 
 and blunt idioms that garnished Mrs. Smart's 
 discourse. 
 
 Now, having faithfully, though briefly, 
 chronicled the small beer, I come to the events 
 of an exciting day. 
 
 Sarah sat at the counter, sewing, and ready 
 to serve, customers. Lucy sat at her knee, 
 sewing, and ready to run for whatever might 
 be wanted. Deborah came up from the kitchen 
 with a rump-steak and some kidneys in her 
 market basket, and thrust them under her 
 sister's nose. Deborah was a connoisseur of 
 raw meat, luckily for the establishment, and 
 admired it when good. Sarah did not admire 
 it at the best of times, so she said, ' I'll take 
 your word.' 
 
 ' Do but feel it,' persisted Deborah. There- 
 upon Sarah averted her head. 
 
 Deborah warmed. ' Wait till you see it at 
 table. I am going to make you a steak- and- 
 kidney pudding.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 107 
 
 ' Oh, be joyful ! ' cried Lucy, and clapped 
 her hands. 
 
 ' Come, there's sense in the family,' remarked 
 Deborah ; ' and if your mother doesn't enjoy it, 
 I give warning at the table — that's all.' 
 
 ' I'll try, sister,' said Sarah, sweetly. ' But 
 you know an empty chair at the head of the 
 table is a poor invitation to eat, and the stomach 
 is soon satisfied when the heart is sad.' 
 
 ' That is true, my poor Sal ; but, dear heart, 
 is there never to be an end of fretting for a 
 man that left you like that, and has never sent 
 you a line ? ' 
 
 ' That is my grief I am afraid he is dead.' 
 
 ' Not he. He has got plenty more mischief 
 to do first. Now I'm afraid you'll hate me, but 
 I can't help it. " The truth may be blamed, 
 but it can't be shamed." 'Twas the luckiest 
 thing ever happened to any good woman when 
 he left you, and you got a good servant instead 
 of a bad master.' 
 
 ' If I only knew that he was alive ! ' per- 
 sisted Sarah, absorbed in her one idea. 
 
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 Deborah's patience went, and she let out 
 her real mind. She had kept it to herself 
 about eighteen months, so now it came out 
 with a rush. She set her arms akimbo — an 
 attitude she very seldom adopted in reasoning 
 with Sarah. ' If so be as you are tired of peace 
 and comfort, and money in both pockets, you 
 put it in the newspapers as you have bought 
 these premises, and got 400^. in the bank, 
 and you mark my words, Jemmy Mansell 
 will turn up in a month ; but 'tis for your 
 money he will come, not for you nor your 
 child.' 
 
 This home-thrust produced a greater effect 
 on Sarah than Deborah expected ; for as a rule 
 Sarah merely defended her husband through 
 thick and thin ; but now she was greatly 
 agitated, and when Deborah came to that gall- 
 ing' conclusion, she drew herself up to her full 
 height, and said sternly, ' If I thought that, I'd 
 tear him from my heart, tliougli I tore the 
 heart out of my body. Perhaps you think 
 because I'm single-hearted and loving, that I 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 109 
 
 am all weakness. You don't know me, then. 
 When I do turn, I turn to stone.' 
 
 As she said this, her features became 
 singularly rigid, and almost cruel, and as a 
 great pallor overspread them at the same time, 
 she really seemed to turn to marble, and the 
 gentle Sarah was scarcely recognisable. Even 
 Deborah, who had known her all her life, stared 
 at her, and suspected she had not yet got to the 
 bottom of her character. Lucy gave the con- 
 versation a lighter turn — she thought all this 
 was much ado about nothing. ' Don't you fret 
 any more, mamma,' said she. ' If papa won't 
 come home, you marry Uncle Joe.' 
 
 Mrs. Mansell remonstrated : ' Lucy dear, for 
 shame.' 
 
 ' No shame, no sin ; 
 No copper, no tin,' 
 
 said Lucy. ' Marry him bang ! Here he is.' 
 ' Hush ! ' and Sarah reddened like fire. 
 Finder opened the shop door, and came 
 
 briskly in for business. ' Good-morning, Sarah ; 
 
 morning, Deborah ; morning, httle Beauty. 
 
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 Made a good collection this time. Please 
 open your ledger and begin alphabetical. B — 
 Bennett, the new hotel, 3/. 13.s. 6(i. There's 
 the money.' Sarah wrote the payment off 
 Bennett in the ledger. Binder went on putting 
 each payment on the counter in a separate 
 paper. ' Church, \l. 5s. ; Mr. Drake, 71. 9s.' 
 
 ' That's a he-duck,' suggested Lucy. 
 
 ' You're another, allowing for sex,' retorted 
 Binder. ' And now Ave jump to M — Mr. 
 Mayor.' 
 
 ' That is a she-horse,' remarked Lucy, 
 always willing to impart information. Binder 
 denied that, and said it was the great civic 
 authority of the town, and in proof produced 
 his Worship's cheque for 111. 4s. And now 
 what's the news here? ' he enquired. 
 
 ' I'll tell you,' said miss, with an obliging 
 air. ' Mamma and Aunt Deb have just had a 
 shindy.' 
 
 'Oh, fie ! ' cried Deborah. ' It's you for 
 picking iLp expressions.' 
 
 ' Then why do you let them fall ? ' said the 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. in 
 
 mother. ' It's you she copies. We only 
 differed in opinion.' 
 
 ' And bawled at one another,' suggested 
 Lucy. 
 
 Deborah exclaimed, ' Oh, for shame, to say 
 that ! ' 
 
 Says this terrible child : ' " The truth may 
 be blamed, but it can't be shamed." You know 
 you did.' 
 
 ' It sounds awful,' said Finder, drily. ' Let 
 us make 'em friends again. What is the row ? ' 
 and Mr. Finder grinned incredulous. 
 
 ' Well,' explained Lucy, in spite of a furtive 
 signal from her mother, ' mamma fretted be- 
 cause papa does not write ; then she ' — (point- 
 ing at Deborah, malgre the rules of good 
 breeding) — ' quarrelled ker for fretting, and she 
 said, "You put it in the papers how rich you 
 are, and he'll turn up directly." Then mamma 
 bounced up and gave it her hot ' — (Sarah . 
 scandalised, Deborah amused) — ' and then it 
 ended with mamma crying. Everything ends 
 with poor mamma crying.' Then Lucy flung 
 
112 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 her arms round her mother's neck, and Finder 
 suggested, ' Little angel.' 
 
 Sarah kissed her child tenderly, and said, 
 ' No — no quarrel. And do but give me proof 
 that he is alive, and I'll never shed another tear.' 
 
 ' Is that a bargain ? ' asked Finder, quietly. 
 
 ' That it is.' 
 
 ' Just give me your hand upon it then.' 
 She gave him her hand and looked eagerly in 
 his face. 
 
 He walked out of the shop directly, as- 
 sailed by a fire of questions, to none of vs^hich 
 he replied. The truth is he could not at 
 present promise anything. But he knew this 
 much ; that Dick Varney had gone out to New 
 York three months ago, and had been seen at 
 a public-house in the neighbourhood of Green 
 Street that very day. Finder got it into his 
 head that Varney would most likely know 
 whether Mansell was alive or dead. "With " 
 some difficulty he found Varney. That worthy 
 was dilapidated, so he was induced by the 
 promise of a sovereign to come and teU Mrs. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 113 
 
 Mansell all he knew about lier husband. The 
 sly Varney objected to tell Pinder until he had 
 fingered the money, and asked for an advance. 
 This the wary Pinder declined peremptorily, 
 but showed him the coin. 
 
 Thus distrusting each other, they settled to 
 go to Green Street. But when he got to the 
 door, Varney remembered the scene of the 
 burglary, and the woman's distress ; he took 
 fright and wanted t6 go back. 
 
 ' No, no,' said Pinder ; ' Pll bear the blame 
 of this visit,' and almost forced him in. 
 
 The family was still all in a flutter, and 
 Deborah bearing her sister company in the 
 shop. Though Sarah had only seen Vai-ney 
 once, his face and figure were indelible in her 
 memory, and at the sight of him she gave a 
 faint scream, put both her hands before her 
 face, and turned her head away into the 
 bargain. ' Oh, that man ! ' she cried. 
 
 ' There ! ' said Varney, ' she can't bear the 
 sight of me, and no wonder.' With this re- 
 mark — the most creditable he had made for 
 
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1 14 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 years — he tried to bolt. But Finder collared 
 him, and held him tight, and for the first time 
 this three years scolded Sarah. ' Why, where's 
 the sense of flying at the man, and frightening 
 what little courage he has out of him, and 
 shutting his mouth ? ' 
 
 'No, no,' said Deborah, hastily, 'if you can 
 tell her anything about her man, don't you 
 doubt your welcome. Let bygones be by- 
 gones.' 
 
 ' I am bound to answer whatever she asks 
 me.' 
 
 'And I'm bound to give you this, if you 
 do,' said Finder. ' Deborah shall hold it mean- 
 time.' He handed over the sovereign to De- 
 borah. Her fingers closed on it, and did not 
 seem hkely to open without the equivalent. 
 
 During all this Sarah's eyes had been 
 gradually turning round toward the man, and 
 by a feminine change they now dwelt on him 
 as if they would pierce him. 
 
 ' You have been to New York ? ' 
 
 ' Yes.' 
 
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 CHAPTEK VI. 
 
 ' Did you look for my husband ? ' 
 
 ' You may be sure of that, and it took me 
 all my time to find him.' 
 
 ' Find him ! He is alive ? ' 
 
 ' Alive ! Of course he is.' 
 
 'Thank God! thank God!' 
 
 She was so overcome that Pinder and 
 Deborah came to her assistance, but she waved 
 them off. ' No,' said she, ' joy won't hurt me. 
 Alive and well .? ' 
 
 ' Never better.' 
 
 ' And happy ? ' 
 
 ' Jolly as a sand-boy.' 
 
 ' A sand-boy ^ ' murmured Lucy, enquir- 
 ingly. 
 
 Sarah's next question was uttered timidly 
 and piteously — ' Did he ask after us ? ' 
 
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ii6 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 Deborah cast an uneasy glance at Finder. 
 She was sorry her sister had asked that, and 
 feared a freezing reply. 
 
 ' Eather,' said Varney. ' First word he said 
 was, " How is Sarah and the kid ? " ' 
 
 ' Bless him ! ' cried Sarah. ' Bless him ! ' 
 
 Lucy informed the company that a kid was 
 a little goat. 
 
 But her innocence did not provoke a smile. 
 They were all hanging on Dick Varney's 
 words. 
 
 ' And what did you say about us ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, well, I could only tell him what I hear 
 of all sides, that you are doing his trade as 
 well as your own. That Joe Finder is your 
 factotum. That you are as rich as a Jew, and 
 respected accordingly.' 
 
 ' You told him that .? ' said Deborah, keenly. 
 
 ' Those were my very words.' 
 
 ' And he didn't come back with you ? ' she 
 asked. 
 
 'No.' 
 
 ' Then he must be doing well out there ? ' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 117 
 
 ' I shouldn't wonder ; lie was dressed like 
 a gentleman.' 
 
 ' And he looked like one, I'll be bound,' 
 said his devoted wife. 
 
 ' He didn't behave like one, then, for he 
 gave an old friend the cold shoulder.' 
 
 ' What a pity ! ' suggested Deborah — ' you 
 that used to set him such a good example.' 
 
 Pinder said that was not fair, and the man 
 telling them all he could. Deborah said no 
 more it wasn't, and if Mr. Varney would come 
 with her, she would cook him a bit of this nice 
 steak. 
 
 He said he should be very glad of it. 
 
 'But mind, there's no brandy allowed in 
 this house. Can you drink home-brewed ale ? ' 
 
 ' I can drink anything,' said he, eagerly. 
 
 She showed him into the kitchen, but 
 whipped back again for a moment. ' There's 
 more behind than he has told you^ said she. 
 ' I'm a-going to pump him.' She ran off again 
 directly to carry out this design, and very 
 capable of it she was : just the sort of woman 
 
1 1 8 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 to wait for him like a cat, and go about the 
 bush, and put no question of any importance 
 till he had eaten his fill, and drunk the home- 
 brewed ale, which tasted innocent, but was 
 very heady. This manoeuvre of hers raised 
 some vague expectations in the grown-up 
 people, but Lucy's mind, as usual, fixed itself 
 on a word. 
 
 ' Pump him ? ' said she to Finder. ' How 
 will she do that. Factotum? ' 
 
 ' Not knowing, can't say,' was Factotum's 
 reply. 
 
 ' Like this, Factotum ?' said she, and took 
 his arm and pumped with it. ' Good-bye, 
 Factotum,' said she, for a new word was hke a 
 new toy to her ; ' I'm off to see the pumping.' 
 
 Finder laughed and looked at Sarah ; but 
 not a smile. ' Why, you are not going to fret 
 again ?' said he. ' You gave me your word to 
 be happy if he was alive.' 
 
 ' And I thought I should at the time. But 
 now I know he is alive, I know too that he is 
 dead to me. Alive all this time, and not write 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. irg 
 
 me a line ! I insulted him, and he hates me. 
 I'm a deserted wife,' 
 
 ' And I am a useless friend. Nothing I do 
 is any use.' He lost heart for a time, and went 
 and took a turn in the street, despondent, and 
 for the moment a little out of temper. 
 
 She watched his retiring figure, and thought 
 he had gone for good, and felt that she must 
 appear ungrateful, and should wear out this 
 true friend's patience before long. ' I can't 
 help it,' said she to herself. ' I can love but 
 one, and him I shall never see again.' 
 
 Never was her sense of desolation so strong 
 as at that moment. She laid her brow on the 
 counter, and her tears ran slowly but steadily. 
 
 She had been so some time when a voice 
 somewhere near her said, rather timidly, ' Sally.' 
 
 She lifted her head a little way from the 
 counter, but did not look toward where the 
 voice came from ; it seemed liked a sound in a 
 dream to her. 
 
 ' It is,' said the man, and came quickly to 
 her. Then she looked and uttered a scream of 
 
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 rapture, and in a moment husband and wife 
 were locked in each other's arms. 
 
 At this moment Finder, whose momentary- 
 impatience had very soon given way to com- 
 passion and pity, came back to make the amende 
 by increased kindness ; and Deborah, who knew 
 every tone of her sister's voice, flew up from 
 the kitchen at her cry of joy. But in the first 
 rapture of meeting and reconciliation neither 
 spouse took any notice of these astounded 
 witnesses. 
 
 ' My Jemmy ! my own ! my own !' 
 ' My sweet, forgiving wife !' 
 ' It is me should ask forgiveness.' 
 ' No, no ! 'Twas the police drove me mad.' 
 ' To leave me for three years ! ' 
 ' Do you think I'd have stayed away three 
 weeks if I had thought I should be so wel- 
 come ? ' 
 
 * What ! you did not know how I love you ? ' 
 
 Then came another embrace, and at last 
 
 Sarah realised that there were two spectators, 
 
 one on each side of her, and those spectators 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 121 
 
 not SO much in love with the recovered treasure 
 as she was. She said, ' Come, dearest, joy is 
 sacred,' and drew him by both hands, with 
 a deal of grace and tenderness, into the little 
 parlour, and closed the door. 
 
 Finder and Deborah looked at each other 
 long and expressively, and by an instinct of 
 sympathy met at the counter as soon as the 
 parlour door closed, Deborah very red, and her 
 eyes glittering, Finder ghastly pale. 
 
 'Well, Mr. Finder,' said she, with affected 
 calm, but ill-concealed bitterness, ' you and 
 I — we are two nobodies now. Three years' 
 kindness of our side goes for nothing, and three 
 years' desertion don't coimt against him. I've 
 heard that absence makes the heart grow 
 fonder,' and now 'tis to be seen.' 
 
 Finder apologised for his idol. ' She can't 
 help it,' said he. ' But I can help looking on. 
 I've seen them meet, after him abandoning her 
 this three years, and what I feel this moment 
 will last me all my time. I won't stay to watch 
 them together, like the devil grinning at Adam 
 
122 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 and Eve ; and I won't wait to hear him say that 
 this business I have enlarged is Ms, the trade 
 that he killed and I have revived is Ms, that 
 the woman is Ms, and the child is Ms, and the 
 money we have saved is Ms. No, Deborah, I'll 
 give her my blessing and go, soon as ever 
 I have put up those shutters for her, and it is 
 about time. You will see Joseph Finder in 
 this place no more.' 
 
 ' What, you will desert her and all ? ' 
 ' Desert her ? That is not the word. I 
 leave her when she is happy. I am only her 
 friend in trouble.' 
 
 ' And not her friend in danger, then ? ' 
 ' I see no danger just at present.' 
 ' Think a bit, my man. What has brought 
 him home ? Answer me that.' 
 
 ' Well, I can,' said he. ' There is plenty of 
 attraction to bring any man home that is not 
 blind, and mad, and an idiot.' 
 
 ' Ay,' said she, ' that is how you look at 
 her ; but it's him I want you to read. Why, 
 it was three years since he left, but it's not a 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 123 
 
 month since that Varney told hnn she was a 
 rich woman, and here he is directly.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said honest Joe Finder. ' I see what 
 you are driving at ; but that may be accidental. 
 Things fall together like that. "We mustn't be 
 bad-hearted neither. Why, surely he can't be 
 so base ! ' 
 
 ' He is no worse than he was, and no better, 
 you may be sure. Crossing the water can't 
 change a man's skin, nor his heart neither, and 
 I tell you he has come here disguised as a 
 gentleman for the thing he came for disguised 
 as a burglar.' 
 
 Here she tapped the safe with the key of 
 the kitchen- door, which she had in her hand, 
 and that action and the ring of the metal made 
 her reasoning tell wonderfully. She followed 
 up her advantage, and assured Finder that if 
 he did not stay and lend her his support, Sarah 
 would soon be stripped bare, and then aban- 
 doned again. 
 
 ' If he does,' said Finder, ' I'll kill him, 
 that is all.' 
 
124 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' With all my heart,' was Deborah's reply. 
 ' But you mustn't leave her. And then,' said 
 she, ' there's me. You that is so good-natured, 
 would you leave me to fight against the pair ? 
 To be sure, I am cook, and my kitchen is over- 
 run with rats ; and one penn'orth of white 
 arsenic would rid the place of them and the 
 two-legged vermin and all.' 
 
 Pinder was shocked, and begged her 
 solemnly never to harbour such thoughts for 
 a moment. 
 
 ' Then don't you leave me alone with my 
 thoughts,' said she, ' for I hate him with all my 
 heart and soul.' 
 
 The discussion did not end there ; and, to 
 be brief, Deborah had the best of it to the end. 
 Pinder, however, was for once doggedly re- 
 solved to consider his own feehngs as well as 
 Sarah's interests. He would go ; but consented 
 not to leave the town, and to look in occasion- 
 ally just to see whether Sarah was being pillaged. 
 
 ' But,' said he, ' if 'tis all one to you, I will 
 come to the kitchen, not the shop.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 125 
 
 The ready-witted Deborah hterally and 
 without a metaphor licked her lips at him 
 when he proposed this, so hearty was her 
 appetite for a tete-a-tete or two in her own 
 kitchen with this Joseph Finder; he had 
 pleased her eye from the first moment she saw 
 him. 
 
 She said : ' Well, so do. " What the eye 
 don't see the heart don't grieve." Leave him 
 the shop, and you come in the kitchen.' 
 
 With this understanding Finder put up the 
 shutters and went away, sick at heart. Deborah 
 had half a mind to stay in her kitchen, so 
 odious to her was the sight of her brother-in- 
 law ; and, besides, she was jealous ; however, 
 her courage was a quality that came and went. 
 She was afraid to declare war on the pair, with 
 nobody on the spot to back her. So she 
 temporised ; she took Lucy into the parlour to 
 welcome her father. The child said, 'How 
 d'ye do, papa ? ' in rather an off-hand way, 
 and was kissed overflowingly. She did not 
 respond one bit, and began immediately to fire 
 
126 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 questions : ' Why did you go away so long, and 
 make mamma fret ? Why didn't you write to 
 her, if you couldn't come ? ' 
 
 Sarah stopped the rest of the cross-examina- 
 tion with her hand, and told Lucy it was not 
 for her to question her father. Deborah never 
 moved a muscle, but chuckled inwardly. 
 
 ' What will you have for supper, now that 
 you are come ? ' inquired she, with affected 
 graciousness. 
 
 ' Anything you like,' said James, politely. 
 ' Don't make a stranger of me.' 
 
 That evening the reunited couple spent in 
 sweet reminiscences and the renewal of conjugal 
 ardour. 
 
 Before morning, however, they had talked 
 of everything — at all events, Sarah had, and 
 being grateful to Finder, and anxious to make 
 her benefactor and her husband friends, had 
 revealed the results of Joseph's faithful service 
 and intelligence — the shop purchased, and 440^. 
 in the bank. 
 
 ' At what interest ? ' inquired James. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 127 
 
 ' Oh, no interest. I am waiting to buy- 
 land or a good house with it.' 
 
 James laughed, and said that was England 
 all over — to let money lie dead for which ten 
 per cent, could be had in the United States on 
 undeniable security. 
 
 When once he got upon this subject he was 
 eloquent ; descanted on the vast opportunities 
 offered both to industry and capital in the 
 United States ; bade her observe how he had 
 improved his condition by industry alone. 
 
 ' But with capital,' said he, ' I could soon 
 make you a lady.' 
 
 ' Lucy you might,' said she, ' but I shall 
 live and die a simple woman.' 
 
 Finding she listened to him, he returned to 
 the subject again and again ; but I do not 
 think it necessary to give the dialogue in ex- 
 tenso. There is a certain monotony in the 
 eloquence of speculation, and the sensible 
 objections of humdrum prudence. I spare 
 the reader these, having sworn not to be tri- 
 voluminous. 
 
128 SINGLEHEART and DOVBLEEACE. 
 
 It was about twelve o'clock next day when 
 Finder, whose occupation was gone, and ennui 
 and deadness of heart substituted, found the 
 time so heavy on his hands that he must come 
 and chat with Deborah in her kitchen. He 
 looked in ; she was not there. So then he 
 peeped in timidly at the shop window, and 
 there she was in sole possession of the counter. 
 Her qualifications for that post were as well 
 known to him as to the readers of this tale, so 
 he looked surprised. 
 
 ' Why, where are they all ? ' 
 
 'In Cupid's Bower,' said Deborah, repeat- 
 ing a phrase out of a daily paper. ' Billing and 
 cooing are sweeter than business.' 
 
 ' Where's Lucy ? ' 
 
 ' You are the first that has asked. Well, 
 she is asleep upstairs. My lady found herself 
 neglected first time this three years, so she 
 came and cried to me, and I took her in my 
 arms and laid her on the bed. She's all right. 
 Pity grown-up people can't go to sleep when 
 they like and forget.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 129 
 
 At this moment the parlour-door opened, 
 and Sarah Mansell, who had worn nothing but 
 black these three years, emerged beaming in a 
 blue dress with white spots, and a lovely 
 bonnet, all gay and charming. This bright 
 vision banished Deborah's discontent in a mo- 
 ment. ' Well,' said she, ' you are a picture.' 
 Sarah stopped to be looked at, and smiled. 
 
 ' Well,' said Deborah, ' he has found a way 
 to make us all glad he is come home.' 
 
 Sarah smiled affectionately on her, and said 
 she only wished she could make everybody as 
 happy as she was. 
 
 'Why not?' said Deborah, playing the 
 courtier to please her. ' And where are you 
 going so pert, I wonder ? ' 
 
 ' To the bank to draw my money,' replied 
 Sarah, gaily. 
 
 Finder and Deborah looked at one 
 another. 
 
 ' How much of it ? ' asked Deborah. 
 
 ' Pour hundred pounds,' said the wife, 
 brightly. 
 
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130 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 Pinder groaned, but was silent. Deborah 
 threw up her hands. 
 
 ' Oh, Sarah,' said she piteously, ' do but 
 think how long it has taken you to make that, 
 and don't throw it into a well all at one time.' 
 
 Sarah smiled superior. ' I affronted him 
 about money three years ago, and you see 
 what came of it.' 
 
 She was going out jauntily, neither angry 
 nor in any way affected by her friends' oppo- 
 sition, when Pinder put in a serious word. 
 
 ' Well,' said he, ' give him a good slice. 
 But do pray leave a little for Lucy. You are 
 a mother as well as a wife.' 
 
 She turned on him at the door with sudden 
 wrath to crush him with a word for daring to 
 teach her her duty as a mother ; then she re- 
 membered all she owed him, and restrained 
 herself. But what a look flashed from her 
 eyes ! And the hot blood mounted to her 
 temples. 
 
 Pinder was quite staggered at such a look 
 from her, and Deborah shook her head. They 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 131 
 
 both felt they were nulUties, and James Man- 
 sell the master again, He let them know it, 
 too. He had been quietly listening on the 
 stairs to every word they had said to his wife, 
 and he now stepped into the shop and took up 
 a commanding position on the public side, of 
 the counter, opposite Finder and Deborah. 
 They were standing behind the counter at some 
 distance from each other. 
 
 It was Finder he attacked : said he, 
 quietly, ' Are you going to meddle again 
 between man and wife ? It didn't answer last 
 time, did it ? ' 
 
 Finder did not think it advisable to quarrel 
 if it could be helped, so he said not a word. 
 
 But Deborah was not so discreet. ' Why, 
 you have allowed him to meddle this three 
 years. You pillaged and deserted her ; lie 
 interfered, and made her fortune. He doesn't 
 meddle to mar.' 
 
 Then Finder spoke, but in a more pacific 
 tone. ' I don't want to meddle at all,' said he. 
 ' But Deborah and I have done our best for 
 
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t32 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 you both, and I do think your wife's friends 
 might be allowed to ask what is to be done in 
 one day with the savings of three years.' Be- 
 fore these words were out of his mouth Mansell 
 registered a secret vow to get rid of him and 
 Deborah both. 
 
 He replied, with the intention of galling 
 them to the quick, ' Well, I don't know that 
 the master is bound to tell the servants what 
 he does with his money.' 
 
 ' Your money ? ' snorted Deborah. 
 
 ' Ay,' said this imperturbable person. ' My 
 wife's money is mine. I thought I had made 
 you understand that last time. Well, what 
 I am going to do with my money is to invest 
 it in American securities at ten per cent., in- 
 stead of letting it lie idle in an English bank.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said Deborah. ' That is the tale 
 you have been telling her, eh ? Well, I mean 
 to tell her the truth. You are going to collar 
 her money and off to America directly. Varney 
 has been here, and split on you. You ';ame 
 for the money, not the woman.' 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 133 
 
 She flung these words in his face so violently 
 that even his brazen cheek flushed as if she 
 had struck him ; but ere he could reply, Sarah 
 stood aghast in the doorway. ' Oh dear ! high 
 words already.' 
 
 Then James Mansell, who, in his way, was 
 cleverer than any of them, recovered his com- 
 posure in a moment, and said, quietly : ' Not 
 on my side, I assure you. But this young 
 woman says I have come for your money, not 
 for you. That's a pretty thing to bawl at a 
 man for all the street to hear. Well, Sarah, I 
 don't bawl at Aer, but I put it to you quietly — 
 how can I live in the same house with people 
 that hate me, and are on the watch to poison 
 my wife's mind against me ? ' 
 
1 34 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 PiNDER and Deborah both felt they had 
 met their match. Pinder held his peace ; but 
 Deborah couldn't. Her lips trembled, but she 
 fought him to the last. ' I shall leave this 
 house at one word from my sister ; but not at 
 the bidding of a stranger that's here to-day and 
 gone to-morrow, as soon as he has milked the 
 cow and bled the calf.' With a grand sweep- 
 ing gesture of the left arm she indicated Sarah 
 as the cow, and with her right, Lucy as the 
 calf. 
 
 The tremendous words, and the vulgar yet 
 free and large gestures with which she drove 
 them home, made even Pinder say, ' Oh ! ' and 
 so upset Mansell's cunning self-command that 
 he came at her furiously. But Sarah stopped 
 him. ' No, you shall not answer her, James. 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 135 
 
 You go and take your daughter on your knee, 
 and I'll tell these two my mind.' She was 
 so grave and dignified there was no resist- 
 ance. 
 
 Mansell retired with Lucy, and went up the 
 stairs. 
 
 When he was quite gone, Sarah put out her 
 two hands and said, sweetly, ' Come here, you 
 two.' Then they each took a hand, and their 
 eyes glistened. 
 
 She took them gently to task in silvery 
 accents, that calmed and soothed them as they 
 fell. ' You have a true affection for me, both 
 of you. Then pity me, too, and don't drive 
 me into a corner. Do not make me choose 
 between my husband and you ; you know 
 which I must choose. Why, dear heart, if I 
 spent my money on my back, you would not 
 grudge it me. Then why not let me please my 
 heart, and give my money where I give my 
 love, that is worth more than 400/. if you could 
 but see it.' 
 
 They were both subdued by her words. 
 
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 Deborah said, in a sort of broken, helpless 
 way to Pinder, ' She doesn't understand.' t 
 
 ' What we mean is that if you part with 
 your money, you will lose your man ; but so 
 long as you stick to your money, he will stay 
 with you ; and we have both seen how you can 
 fret for him when he does desert you as well 
 as bleed you.' 
 
 ' Ay,' snid Sarah, nobly, and without anger. 
 ' You mean me well ; but you doubt, and mis- 
 trust, and suspect. No oiFence to either of you, 
 but your nature is not mine. I am single- 
 hearted. I cannot love and mistrust. Kor I 
 could not mistrust and love.' 
 
 The beauty of her mind and the sweetness 
 of her strong but sober words overpowered her 
 old lover and tender friend. ' Don't harass her 
 any more,' said he. ' She is too good for this 
 world. She is an angel.' 
 
 Deborah smiled, and after taking a good 
 look at her sister, said, coolly, ' She is a won- 
 derful good woman ; her face would tell one 
 that ; but she is a woman, you may be sure, 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 17^ 
 
 like her mother before' her. Sarah, 'tis no use 
 beating about the bush any longer. "Would 
 you like that 400/. to go to another woman ? ' 
 
 ' Another woman ? ' cried the supposed 
 angelj firing up directly. ' What do you mean ? 
 What other woman ? ' 
 
 ' Dick Varney saw him with a woman, and 
 a handsome one.' 
 
 ' Well, what does that prove ? ' 
 
 ' Not much by itself ; but a man that leaves 
 one woman for three years, at his time of life, is 
 safe to take on with another.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' cried Sarah, ' don't tell me so.' 
 
 But Deborah was launched. She said : ' It's 
 all a mystery, and against nature, if there's no 
 other woman ; but, if there's another, it's all as 
 plain as a pikestafi". Three years' dead silence 
 and neglect — another woman — you fretting in 
 England' — no other man — (Mr. Finder is only a 
 friend) — he jolly as a sand-boy in New York — 
 another woman — she wants money (t'other 
 woman always does)— Dick Yarney tells him 
 you've got it — he's here in one month after 
 
138 SINGLEHEAR7 and BOUBLEFACE. 
 
 that, and the first day he is here he drains 
 the cow. American insecurities ? — A Yankee 
 gal!' 
 
 This time her rude eloquence and homely 
 sense carried all before them. Sarah, whose 
 face had changed with the poison of jealousy, 
 lost all her Madonna-like calmness. She was 
 almost convulsed ; she moaned aloud : ' If it 
 is so, Heaven help me ! ' She put her hand to 
 her bosom, and her beautiful' brown eyes half 
 disappeared upward and showed an excess of 
 white. ' Oh, sister, you have put a viper in my 
 bosom — doubt. It will gnaw away my heart.' 
 
 ' Heaven forbid ! ' cried Deborah, terrified at 
 her sister's words, and still more at her strange 
 looks. Then she began to blame her woman's 
 tongue, and beg Sarah to dismiss her suspicions 
 with contempt. But this was met by another 
 change, almost as remarkable in its way. ' No,' 
 said Sarah, with iron firmness, 'I could not 
 love, and doubt, and live. I'll put it to the 
 test.' Deborah looked amazed and puzzled. 
 Sarah walked to the parlour-door and called 
 
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 up the stairs, ' James, dear, please come here.' 
 ' Whatever will she do or say ? ' groaned 
 Deborah, and began to shiver. Sarah came 
 back to her, and said, in a sort of hissing 
 whisper, 'Now, since you have taught me to 
 suspect, and distrust, and doubt, you must go a 
 little farther. I bid you watch my husband's 
 face, and his very body, whilst I, that am his 
 wife, play upon him.' She hung her head, 
 ashamed of what she was going to do. But 
 Deborah said, roughly, ' Won't I — that's all.' 
 
 James Mansell came in, and cast a shrewd 
 glance all round. Deborah's face told him 
 nothing. She wore an expression of utter 
 indifference. Finder hung his head. 
 
 Mansell was now between two masked 
 batteries ; his wife's eyes scanned him point- 
 blank, and Deborah watched him — like a cat — 
 out of the tail of her eye, as Sarah tested her 
 husband. 
 
 ' James, dear, I have a great affection for 
 my sister, and a true respect for Joseph Fin- 
 der, and I owe them both a debt of gratitude.' 
 
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 James looked rather gloomy at that. ' But I 
 love you better than all the world. I can't 
 bear to turn these faithful friends out of 
 the house ; they comforted me when I was 
 desolate.' Mansell looked dark again. ' And 
 yet I can't have you made uncomfortable for 
 anybody. So, if my company is as welcome to 
 you as my money, we will go to America 
 together.' 
 
 Pinder and Deborah both uttered exclama- 
 tions of surprise and dismay, but Deborah's 
 eye never left James. He was startled, but 
 showed no reluctance. He merely said, ' You 
 don't mean that .^ ' 
 
 ' Indeed I do ; but perhaps you don't want 
 me. You would rather go back alone.' 
 
 The four eyes watched. 
 
 ' No,' said James ; ' we have been parted 
 long enough. But would you really cross the 
 water with me ? ' 
 
 ' As I would cross this room, if you really 
 wanted me.' 
 
 ' Of course I want you, if we are not to 
 
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 live together here, where your friends hate me. 
 But, Sally, if you are game to emigrate with 
 me, why make two bites of a cherry? We 
 must sell the shop and realise, and settle in 
 the States for life. I've no friends here, and 
 you'll never want to come to England again, 
 when once you have spent a summer in New 
 York.' 
 
 Here was a poisoned arrow. Deborah 
 clasped her hands piteously, and cried, ' Oh, 
 Sarah.' 
 
 Sarah put up one hand to her to be quiet. 
 
 "No,' said she, as shortly and drily as if 
 she was chopping fire-wood, ' I'll not fling my 
 sister on the world, nor put all my Lucy's eggs 
 in one basket. I will risk 400/. and no more. 
 I don't look to find the streets of New York 
 city paved with gold. Money must be lost by 
 one for another to make it, and the folk out 
 there are as sharp as we are — sharper by all 
 accounts. Many go there for wool, and come 
 back shorn. This shop is a little haven for 
 us, if things ^0 wrong out there. These good 
 
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 friends will keep it warm for us. Now I think 
 of it, doesn't a boat start for New York this 
 evening ? ' 
 
 ' This evening ! ' cried Finder and Deborah 
 in one breath. 
 
 ' Ay, this very night — before affection is 
 soured by disputes, and love is poisoned by 
 jealousies.' Then she told James to put on his 
 hat, and bring her word when the boat started. 
 Lucy and she would be ready ; she could pack 
 all her clothes in half-an-hour, with Deborah to 
 help. Thus the greater character asserted itself 
 at last. She had seen with a woman's readiness 
 that the present position was untenable for a 
 day, and she had cut the knot with all a man's 
 promptitude. From that hour she took the lead. 
 
 Deborah was wringing her hands and cry- 
 ing : 'Oh, what have I said ? What have I 
 done ? ' 
 
 Sarah said, quietly, ' Time will show. Flease 
 come and help me pack ; and, Joseph, put up 
 the shutters ; 1 trade no more this day. Ah, 
 well, I never thought to leave home ; but no 
 
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 matter. A wife's home is by her husband's 
 side.' 
 
 Whilst they were packing, and Deborah's 
 tears bursting out every now and then, Sarah 
 said to her, a Httle haughtily, 'Well, did he 
 stand the test ? ' 
 
 ' Yes,' said Deborah, humbly. 
 
 ' Do you think he would take me to New 
 York if there was another woman ? ' 
 
 ' No ' (very humbly). 
 
 ' But see,' said she, sorrowfully, ' what it is 
 to rouse mistrust. I shall sew the notes into 
 his Sunday waistcoat, but I shall not give them 
 to him until we are on the sea.' 
 
 Deborah began to say, 'And why — ' but 
 she got no further. She ended with 'I'm 
 afraid to speak.' 
 
 They got the man's Sunday waistcoat out 
 of the drawer, and their quick fingers soon cut 
 a deep inside pocket. Sarah took the numbers 
 of the notes, and sewed in the notes themselves. 
 They packed the waistcoat for the time being 
 at the bottom of Sarah's box. 
 
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 The packing was done two hours before the 
 vessel sailed. 
 
 The whole party met again in the parlour 
 — Finder to bid good-bye ; but Mansell, to 
 please his wife, 1 suppose, said, civilly : ' No, 
 no ; come and see us on board. There let us 
 part friends ; the chances are you vpill never 
 see us as:ain.' 
 
 These words fell like a knell on the true 
 hearts Sarah Manseli left behind her. 
 
 Finder and Deborah saw the Mansells go 
 down the Mersey, and returned sadly to the 
 house that had lost its sunshine. 
 
 That night Deborah, all in tears, begged 
 Finder not to leave her alone in the house. 
 She said she could not bear to talk of anybody 
 but Sarah ; if she went out her friends would 
 chatter about this, that, and t'other. 
 
 Finder was of the same mind, and gladly 
 embraced the proposal. She gave him his 
 choice of Lucy's room or the connubial chamber. 
 He gave a little shudder, and chose Lucy's. 
 He now became the master of the house and the 
 
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 shop, and had plenty on his hands. He taught 
 Deborah the prices of things, and how to weigh 
 and put up goods in paper, and that is an art ; 
 and at night he read her a journal or a book, 
 and they talked of Sarah, and wondered and 
 wondered what would be her fate. Deborah 
 thought she would come back in about a year. 
 The 400/. would not last longer than that in 
 Mansell's hands, and ho would be sure to get 
 hold of it. But Finder thought she would not 
 return at all. James Mansell was evidently 
 jealous of her friends, and determined to have 
 her all to himself. 
 
 There was a very good photograph of her 
 — cabinet size ; he took this to Ferranti, and 
 had it enlarged, retouched, and tinted by that 
 artist. Ferranti, who employed a superior 
 hand to retouch these enlargements under his 
 own eye, produced a marvel. It had the 
 solidity and clean outline of a statue. 
 
 They had it lightly tinted, especially the eyes 
 and hair, so as not to injure the transparency 
 
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146 SINGLEHEAR7 and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 of the photograph ; and there was Sarah 
 Mansell, full size, and all but alive. 
 
 It arrived, quite finished, rather late at 
 night, and Finder was out ; but he opened the 
 case and took it out, and neither he nor 
 Deborah could go to bed for gazing at it. ' I 
 never kncAV how beautiful she was,' said 
 Deborah. They actually sat up till two o'clock 
 looking at this reproduction of a good and 
 beautiful face, and they descanted on her 
 virtues, and Deborah told incidents of her 
 childhood, and Finder repeated wise and sober 
 answers from her sweet lips. 
 
 Finder now found himself ghding from 
 bachelor hfe into half-matrimonial. His dinner 
 Avas always ready on a clean cloth ; and a 
 comely woman, a year younger than himself, 
 cooked it, and put on a clean apron and cap to 
 eat with him. They supped together, too. She 
 gave up her nightly excursions after a hus- 
 band, and was always at his service, and ready 
 to talk to him or listen to him, or both ; 
 
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 for if he read aloud police cases, or other 
 things in which men and women revealed their 
 characters and the broad features of human 
 nature, her comments were as sagacious — espe- 
 cially in relation to her own sex — as if she had 
 devoted her life to the study of philosophy. 
 
 Sometimes, too, she had a look of her 
 sister. He never expected to see Sarah any 
 more, and, take it altogether, he was on the 
 road which, by a gentle inchne, has often led 
 the victim of a romantic attachment to a quiet 
 union of affection. 
 
 When they were fairly out at sea, Sarah 
 brought James his waistcoat, and showed him 
 how the notes were secured. ' You keep 
 them,' said she, ' and I keep the numbers.' 
 
 Mansell's greedy eyes flashed. ' Well, you 
 are a business woman ; we shall never go 
 wrong together.' 
 
 The water was hke glass for eight days, but 
 then they had a gale, and Mansell was very ill. 
 It was calm again as they drew near the end 
 
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 of their voyage ; but Man.«ell did not regain 
 his looks. When they reached the port he 
 looked ill, pale, depressed, and worried. 
 
 They landed, and left their boxes in the 
 Custom-house, and James Mansell told Sarah 
 and Lucy to stay there, -whilst he ran into a 
 neighbouring street to see whether his old 
 lodgings — very comfortable ones — were vacant. 
 
 She called after him not to be long : 
 ' Mind, I am strange here,' said she. 
 
 ' He won't be long, I guess,' said a civil 
 officer standing by ; then he brought two 
 chairs. 
 
 ' Thank you kindly, sir,' said she. ' Lucy, 
 my dear, thank the gentleman.' Lucy took 
 the two steps her dancing-master prescribed as 
 essential preliminaries of a curtsey, and then 
 effected a prim reverence — ' Thank you, sir.' 
 
 The gentleman, a tall, gaunt citizen from 
 Illinois, grinned, and struck a bow, with his 
 hat in his hand, at right angles. 
 
 Sarah watched her husband take the second 
 street to the right and disappear. Then she 
 
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 took out some work, not to be idle, and Luc^ 
 prattled away, all admiration. Never had thi 
 brilliant city a more appreciative critic. T( 
 be sure, she had not learned the suicidal habi 
 of detraction, thanks to which nothing please 
 us, and so we pick up nothing. 
 
 An hour passed — two hours — James di( 
 not come back. Sarah was mortified — thei 
 she was perplexed — then she was alarmed 
 What if he had gone drinking ! He seeme( 
 exhausted by the voyage. Once this fear tool 
 possession of her, waiting there idle be3ame in 
 tolerable to her. She begged that civil office 
 to put their boxes aside for a time, and shi 
 took Lucy by the hand and followed in thi 
 direction her husband had taken. But as shi 
 walked for hours before she found her treasure 
 I ask -leave to go before her to a certain street 
 
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 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 Solomon B. Gkacb, the man who was so civil 
 to Sarah Mansell at the Custom-house, was, in 
 nis way, a rough and sturdy example of the 
 species Pinder ; and on his way to and from 
 the Custom-house he used always to stand 
 stock-still for two minutes and gaze at the win- 
 dows of a house in One-hundred-and-foiu?th 
 Street, that belonged to one Elizabeth Haynes. 
 Two minutes is not long for a busy man to 
 spare to the past, and Solomon had never been 
 detected at the weakness. But to-day Eliza- 
 beth Haynes caught sight of him as she put 
 on her bonnet at a glass to go out, and when 
 she did come out at the door there he was 
 gazing at the windows. 
 
 Mrs. Haynes was a handsome, gay young 
 woman, of a genial disposition. She knew very 
 
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 ■well what Solomon was up to, but useless senti- 
 ment was not her line. 
 
 ' Well,' said she, feigning astonishment, ' is 
 that you, Mr. Grace, standing there like a 
 petrified policeman ? ' Solomon was too con- 
 founded to answer. ' Perhaps you want apart- 
 ments ;' and she pointed to the card in the 
 window. 
 
 ' Perhaps I wanted a sight of the lady that 
 lets 'em.' 
 
 ' Then why not knock at the door and ask 
 for the lady ? ' 
 
 ' Wa'al, I guess rejected suitors ain't always 
 the most welcome callers.' 
 
 ' Why not.? If they behave themselves, do 
 you really think any woman hates a man for 
 having been a little sweet on her ? ISText time 
 don't watch the premises, but walk right in and 
 tell me the news from out West.' 
 
 ' Wa'al,' said he, hesitating, ' ye see, I don't 
 want no fuss. Now there's somebody in that 
 house that riles me. He has got a good thing, 
 and doesn't vally it. He gambles away all your 
 
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 money, and he is never at home. You were 
 married to one IlHnois man, and he respected 
 you and loved you ; and what mad dog bit you 
 that you must go and marry a stranger ? You 
 had the whole State to pick from.' 
 
 ' And Mr. Solomon Grace in particular ! 
 You forget I'm a stranger myself. I'm not 
 annexed to your State.' 
 
 Solomon admitted this, but said it was an 
 oversight in the ' Constitootion.' 
 
 ' Now this,' said she, ' is why rejected 
 suitors are not welcome to prudent women and 
 good wives. They must run down the man 
 we have chosen, and behind his back, too, nine 
 times out of ten.' 
 
 ' I'm darned if it isn't mean — as mean as 
 dirt.' 
 
 This concession seemed so creditable that 
 she invited him to be her beau — as far as the 
 market. 
 
 Solomon could not believe his good fortune. 
 She laughed at him, and enhghtened him : 
 ' Give me a fair excuse, do you think I 
 
SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 153 
 
 wouldn't rather have a decent man beside 
 me than take my walks alone ? What a bad 
 opinion you must have of woman's sense ! 1 
 do suppose that gentleman you are named 
 after knew 'em better. To be sure, he had 
 six hundred teachers, poor man ! ' 
 ' I would give his lot for my one.' 
 ' Solomon,' said Mrs. Haynes, severely, 
 ' flattery is poison, so come on. I won't stand 
 still to be poisoned.' So she went shopping, 
 and continued at it long after she had parted 
 with Solomon Grace. 
 
 Mrs. Mansell wandered on and on, and 
 then back, to and fro, Lucy prattling gaily, 
 and almost irritating her, until she turned 
 hungry, Then her mother bought her a piece 
 of pie with the only coin in her pocket, but 
 could not eat herself. Night fell, the lamps 
 were lighted ; foot-sore, weary, and sick at 
 heart, she could hardly draw her limbs along, 
 and began to ask herself bitterly what she had 
 done to be abandoned again and again by 
 
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 everybody. But in truth she was not aban- 
 doned by all ; a wise and just Providence was 
 guiding her every step. At last she stopped 
 in despair, and began to speak her mind to 
 Lucy, since there was no one else : 
 
 ' It is inconsiderate, it is cruel,' said she, 
 ' and me a stranger in this great city. Wliy 
 couldn't he take me up with him to look for 
 lodgings ? Oh, Lucy, my mind misgives me.' 
 
 ' Sit down on those steps, mamma,' said 
 Lucy, with pretty affection. 
 
 ' Indeed, I shall be glad to rest a bit.' 
 
 She sat down on the door-steps, and thoughts 
 tormented her she could not utter to Lucy. 
 This must be their old enemy, Drink. He 
 had looked so pale and exhausted. Oh, if it 
 was ! Misery ! for the habit once resumed, 
 after so long abstinence, would never be got 
 rid of. Here was a miserable prospect, and 
 in a foreign land as well : no friends to curb 
 him or stand by her. And then if he got 
 drunk he would be robbed. How lucky she 
 had sewed up the notes in his waistcoat ! The 
 
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 money ! Another cliill thought went through 
 her hke an ice-bolt. Why had she parted with 
 it ? She had been warned that whilst she held 
 it she held her husband. It was but a 
 momentary horror. She dismissed that sus- 
 picion as unworthy and monstrous, and was 
 ashamed of herself for harbouring so base a 
 fear. 
 
 Lucy saw the change in her distressed face, 
 and came to a simple, comprehensive con- 
 clusion : ' Mamma, he is a wicked man.' 
 
 Sarah was shocked at this from her. ' No, 
 no, my child; he is a good man, and your 
 father.' 
 
 ' Then fathers don't love us like uncles do. 
 Uncle Joe would never have left us like this. I 
 wish I had never left home.' 
 
 Sarah would not say that ; but she sighed 
 deeply, and rocked herself, country fashion, 
 sitting on the stone steps. 
 
 Mrs. Haynes came back to her tea, and 
 found her in that condition, while Lucy, stand- 
 ing beside her, opened two glorious eyes with 
 
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 sorrowful amazement. For a moment Mrs. 
 Haynes thought they were beggars, but the 
 next her eye took in almost at one glance their 
 dress and neat appearance, and Lucy's ear- 
 rings, pearl and gold. 
 
 She asked Mrs. Mansell civilly what was 
 the matter — was she tired ? 
 
 Mrs. Mansell looked up and said, sorrow- 
 fully, that she was in care and trouble. She 
 had lost her husband. 
 
 ' What, dead ? ' 
 
 ' Nay, Heaven forbid ! But we parted on 
 the quay. He went to look for lodgings, and 
 he never came back. I don't know what to 
 think, nor what to do, I'm sure.' 
 
 ' Dear me,' said the other ; ' and you a 
 stranger in the country ! ' 
 
 Sarah sighed. 
 
 ' And it is late for the child to be out.' 
 
 Sarah gave her a glance of maternal grati- 
 tude, and passed her arm round her child at 
 the very idea of any harm threatening her. 
 
 Mrs. Haynes looked well at them both, and 
 
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 liked their faces even better than their appear- 
 ance. She said good-naturedly : ' You had 
 better step in and rest yourselves awhile, and 
 then we'll see.' 
 
 ' Thank you kindly, ma'am ; I'm sure it 
 is very good of you.' 
 
 Mrs. Haynes opened the door with a latch- 
 key and led the way to a back room of mixed 
 character. There was a French bed in it with 
 curtains descending from a circular frame. 
 There was also a chest of drawers, and a sort of 
 plate-chest on them ; a large easy chair, much 
 worn ; and a round table, with a white cloth 
 on it — in short, it was an unpretending snuggery. 
 
 ' There, take off your bonnets and make 
 yourselves comfortable,' said Mrs. Haynes. And 
 while they were doing this, she whispered an 
 order to her maid — her name was Millicent. 
 Then she took cups and saucers out of a cup- 
 board and wiped them herself ; and they talked 
 all this while, she and Mrs. Mansell. 
 
 A housekeeper's vanity is always on the 
 alert the moment a possible rival comes ; so. 
 
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 as Mrs. Mansell looked like a person with a 
 house of her own, Mrs. Haynes said : ' You 
 musn't go by this room ; mine is a beautiful 
 house, but I take lodgers, and it is so full, that 
 I have to pig anywhere. It doesn't matter 
 much, you know, when one's husband is away.' 
 
 Lucy listened, and informed her mother, 
 with some surprise, that the young lady was 
 married. 
 
 ' Why, bless the child, I have been married 
 twice. The first was an Illinois man. Ah ! he 
 was a husband ! This time it is Matthew 
 Haynes, an Enghshman. I can't show him 
 you, for he has gone home to draw a legacy, 
 and that takes time.' She paused a moment to 
 pour out the tea. 
 
 ' Are you a New York lady, if you please ? ' 
 enquired Sarah. 
 
 Mrs. Haynes poising the tea-pot in the air, 
 smiled at her simplicity. ' No,' said she. ' Are 
 yotf? Why, we both speak country English 
 as broad as a barn door. Bless your heart, I 
 knew you for a countrywoman the moment 
 
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 you opened your moutli, and I shouldn't be 
 surprised if we came from the very same part. 
 I be Wiltshire.' 
 
 ' And I'm Barkshire born and bred.' 
 ' Didn't I tell 'ee ? ' 
 
 Here Millicent came in with a large dish of 
 fried oysters. 
 
 ' You don't get such oysters as these in Bark- 
 shire, let me tell ye.' 
 
 ' That we don't. I never saw so many all 
 at one time.' 
 
 The hostess helped them liberally, and the 
 wanderers enjoyed them to the full, and their 
 eyes brightened, and the colour came back to 
 their faces, and when, like a true wife, Mrs. 
 Haynes said, ' Now tell me about yours,' Mrs. 
 Mansell was more communicative than she 
 would have been to an older acquaintance. 
 
 ' Oh, my man is an excellent husband. In- 
 deed, he hasn't a fault that I know of, except 
 he takes a drop now and then.' 
 
 ' Oh, they all do that at odd times,' said 
 the other, carelessly. 
 
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 ' And even that he has given up,' said 
 Sarah, earnestly. ' Only he was so ill at sea 
 and exhausted like. How else to account for 
 his behaviour, I can't think ; and you know 
 they are sometimes obliged to take a glass 
 medicinal.' 
 
 ' Ay, that is their chat ; and 'tis the only 
 medicine where one glass leads to another. 
 There, don't you begin to fret again. You'll 
 see yours long before I shall see mine.' Then 
 she observed that Lucy could not keep her eyes 
 open. So she went farther than she had in- 
 tended at first ; she determined to let them 
 sleep in the house. ' Take your bonnets,' said 
 she, ' and come with me.' She opened one of 
 two folding-doors, and showed them into a 
 larger parlour, with a bachelor's bed in it. 
 The carpet was up, and stood in a roll, but 
 everything was clean. ' There, this room is 
 let, but not till twelve to-morrow; you must 
 excuse disorder. You put the little love to 
 bed, and then we will have our chat out. Ah,' 
 said she, with a sudden change of manner that 
 
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 was sweet and touching, ' I had a httle girl by 
 my first husband ; she would be about the age 
 of yours if I could have kept her ahve ; so my 
 heart warmed to yours the moment I saw her 
 standing beside you on my step, and her young 
 eyes full of love and^rouble.' 
 
 Mrs. Haynes cried a little at this picture 
 and her own sad reminiscences, and the happy 
 mother kissed the sorrowful one, and she kissed 
 her in return. Then Mrs. Haynes withdrew 
 and summoned her maid, and she cleared away 
 the things, and then they cleaned the cups and 
 saucers and had a gossip, for Mrs. Haynes 
 must have somebody to talk to. She was well 
 educated, not like Deborah Smart : for all that, 
 she never read a book now, and those who 
 won't read must talk. 
 
 The folding-doors were thin, and did not 
 meet very close ; the new wood had shrunk : 
 and Sarah, without intending it, heard a word 
 every now and then, but she paid no attention. 
 The first thing the careful mother did was to 
 
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1 62 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 thrust her hand and arm all down the bed 
 inside ; and she instantly resolved not to put 
 her girl into it. She told her she should not 
 undress her. So Lucy knelt at her knee, and 
 said her prayers. When she had done, she 
 asked if she might pray for- the good lady. 
 
 ' Ay, do, dear, and so shall I. It's all we 
 can do for her.' She pulled down the counter- 
 pane, laid Lucy on the blanket, and put a 
 shawl over her. All this time she was thinking, 
 and now her thoughts found vent. ' My girl, 
 is it not strange that those who are sworn 
 to stay by us, and we by them, should fail us, 
 and that a lady who never saw our faces before 
 should open her arms and her house to us, 
 because we are strangers in a foreign land ? 
 Grod bless her ! ' 
 
 There was a loud knock at the street-door, 
 [t was followed by an eager exclamation from 
 the other room : ' Oh, Milly ! Why, sure 
 that's my husband's knock.' 
 
 ' Oh ! I hope it is,' cried Sarah, as Millicent 
 and her mistress dashed into the passage. 
 
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 There was a moment of suspense, and then 
 joyful exclamations in the passage. 
 
 ' It is, Lucy ; I am so glad,' Sarah cried. 
 
 ' So am I, mamma.' 
 
 ' This way ! this way ! ' screamed Mrs. 
 Haynes, pulling what seemed to Sarah to be 
 rather an undemonstrative husband into her 
 little room. ' I must have him all to myself.' 
 Then there was a long and warm embrace. 
 
 Sarah was somehow conscious of what was 
 going on. She sat down by Lucy, and said, a 
 little sadly, ' Ay, they are happy, those two.' 
 Then, cheerfully, ' WeU, my turn must come.' 
 
 Sarah ManseU did not hear exactly what 
 was said next, but I will tell the reader. 
 
 Mrs. Haynes, who had now turned the gas 
 up, was concerned at her husband's appearance. 
 ' La ! ' said she, ' how pale you look ! Sit 
 down in your own chair. (He staggered a 
 little, but got into the chair all right.) 'I'll 
 make you a cup of tea.' 
 
 ' Tea be blowed ! ' said he, roughly. 
 
 Sarah heard that where she sat, with her 
 
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 cheek against Lucy's. She started away from 
 her, half puzzled, half amazed. 
 
 ' Gimme — drop brandy,' said the man, 
 louder still, 
 
 Sarah bounded with one movement into the 
 middle of the room, and then stood panting. 
 Even Lucy raised herself on her hands in the 
 bed, and her eyes opened wide. 
 
 ' I doubt you have had enough of that 
 already,' was the reply in the next room. 
 ' Why, now I think of it, you must have come 
 by the steamboat eight hours ago. How many 
 have you liquored with before your wife's turn 
 came ? ' 
 
 ' I don't know,' said he, like a dog's bark, 
 loud and sharp and sullen. 
 
 Lucy heard, and slipped off the bed to her 
 mother, full of curiosity. 'Why, mamma,' 
 said she, ' that's ' 
 
 Before she could say the word, Sarah closed 
 the child's mouth with her hand almost fiercely ; 
 then held her tight, and pressed the now terri- 
 fied girl's face against her own body. 
 
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 All the woman's senses were so excited 
 that she heard through the doors as if thej- had 
 been paper. And this is what she heard this 
 man say, who was her husband and the husband 
 of the woman that had sheltered her. 
 
 ' If you must know, I was faint, and troubled 
 in my mind, and just took one glass to keep my 
 heart up and clear my head, and then one led 
 to another. Never you mind. I'm a good 
 husband to you, the best in England — no, the 
 best in New York — the best in all the world ; 
 d'ye hear ? ' 
 
 ' Yes,' said the other wife, ' I hear the good 
 news ; but please don't bawl it so loud.' Then 
 she whispered something. 
 
 Sarah caught her girl up like a baby, was 
 at the bed in a moment, laid her on it, and 
 dared her to move with such a look and such a 
 commanding gesture as the girl had never seen 
 before. Then hissing out, ' I'L. know all if 
 it kills me,' she glided back like a serpent 
 to the door. She put her ear to the very 
 aperture. 
 
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 Matthew Haynes, alias James Mansell, 
 lowered his voice. ' Yoii don't know the sacri- 
 fice, curse it all. One drop of brandy, for 
 mercy's sake.' 
 
 ' Only one, then.' She gave him a glass. 
 He gulped it down. 
 
 ' Ah ! — It is no use snivelhng ; I didn't mean 
 to do it this way. But it was sure to come to 
 this. I was in a cleft stick.' 
 
 ' Whatever is the man maundering about ? ' 
 said Elizabeth. ' Oh, cursed liquor ! ' 
 
 The moment she raised her voice, he raised 
 his. ' D'ye want to wrangle ? It isn't for you 
 to grumble ! You are all right. I've got the 
 
 rOUE HUNDRED POUNDS I WIRED YOU ABOUT ! ' 
 
 He uttered these words, not loudly, but very 
 impressively, syllable by syllable. 
 
 And syllable by syllable they seemed to 
 enter Sarah Mansell's body like javehns made 
 of ice. The poor creature shrank altogether at 
 first, and then slowly stretched herself out. 
 Her arms strangely contorted themselves in 
 agony, but at last spread feebly out, and her 
 
SINGLEHEART andD OUBLEFACE. 167 
 
 hands clutcted vaguely, as if she was on a real 
 cross, as well as on a cross of raental anguish ; 
 and when, after a few words of explanation, 
 that told her nothing more, the other woman 
 said, ' Well, you are a good husband ; I must 
 kiss you,' the limp body and drooping head of 
 the true wife sank helpless against the door with 
 a strange sound ; it was gentle, yet heavy and 
 corpse-like. 
 
i68 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE, 
 
 CHAPTEE IX. 
 
 DouBLEFACE, like others who have crime in 
 hand, was startled by a sound the meaning of 
 which he did not know. He thrust away his 
 partner, and held her at arm's-length. ' What 
 is that .P ' said he. 
 
 ' Only my lodger,' said Elizabeth. ' I'll go 
 and see what she wants.' 
 
 She stepped toward the door, against which 
 Sarah was lying erect (I can describe it no 
 other way), not insensible, but utterly limp and 
 powerless to move, and indeed conscious that 
 if she moved, she must fall headlong. At 
 this crisis Doubleface turned jealous all of a 
 sudden. 
 
 ' No,' said he ; ' bother youir lodgers ! I'm 
 the master. Attend to me first. Here, help 
 me ofi" with my coat and waistcoat.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 169 
 
 ' Now give me my dressing-gown.' 
 
 ' Now my shoes.' 
 
 At last he rolled into bed. Now Elizabeth 
 Haynes suspected her lodger of hstening, and 
 she thought it was too bad. She resolved to 
 catch her. 
 
 She took off her shoes and stole on tiptoe 
 from the bed to the door. At the same mo- 
 ment, Sarah Mansell, having nothing more to 
 learn, made an effort to escape from her post 
 of agony. She laid a hand on the projection 
 of the door, and tottered a little way ; from that 
 to a chair which she clutched, and just as Eliza- 
 beth Haynes turned the door-handle she sank 
 down by the bed, and seizing the clothes con- 
 vulsively, she sank on her knees with her arms 
 helpless before her, as the door opened and 
 Mrs. Haynes peeped in. Then that lady thought 
 she was praying, and postponed her examina- 
 tion until the morning. 
 
 She was not so far wrong ; for the first thing 
 the betrayed wife did, when she had power, 
 was to pray over her fatherless child. She 
 
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 prayed to God for hours, and I think He heard 
 her. It did not appear so at first. In that 
 horrible night she lived a life of agony. She 
 thought of all she had done and suffered for 
 that man, and she was the milch cow, and on 
 the other side that door was the wife. 
 
 Three thousand miles from home — a de- 
 serted wife. If ever a woman lived a year of 
 torture in a night, she did. It exhausted her body 
 so that she actually fell asleep for half an hour. 
 
 She dreamed the events of years ; but at 
 last her ever-changing dream culminated in a 
 vision. She saw before her her own little 
 parlour. In it sat Deborah and Pinder looking 
 at a picture. The picture had no features to 
 her, but Deborah's face and Finder's were quite 
 clear, and beautiful with affection. They said 
 it was her picture, as beautiful as herself, and 
 they feared they should never see her again. 
 She dreamed she wanted to comfort them, and 
 say ' You shall — you shall,' but her tongue was 
 tied. The two faces then became angelic with 
 affection, and vanished. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 171 
 
 She awoke. She came back by degrees to 
 her own misery. But how is this .? The 
 anguish that was so keen remains, but no 
 longer pierces, stuns, galls, and maddens. It 
 is blunted, and her heart seems turned to stone. 
 
 ' "Villain — drunkard — thief and traitor,' said 
 she to herself. ' All this time everybody knew 
 him but me. I've shed my last tear for him. 
 I've turned against him. I'm a stone.' 
 
 She turned up the gas, and looked at Lucy. 
 This moment she became conscious, then, that 
 Lucy had no longer a rival in her heart. 
 
 She resolved to leave the place at once. 
 
 Suddenly she remembered the money 
 Doubleface got out of her to make Lucy's 
 fortune, as he said. She stooped over Lucy 
 and kissed her, too softly to wake her. ' No, 
 my fatherless girl,' said she, ' money is nothing 
 to me now, but they sha'n't rob you. You 
 shall have your own, if they kill me.' 
 
 She sat down quietly, and thought what 
 was the best way to execute the design she had 
 conceived in a moment ; and not every one of 
 
172 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 US would have hit upon the right order of 
 action so well. She began by doing in her own 
 room all that could be done there at all. She 
 put a small table near the gaslight, laid her 
 scissors on it, threaded a needle, and fastened 
 it to her sleeve. 
 
 Then she went softly, opened one of the 
 folding-doors, and satisfied herself that Double- 
 face and his other wife were asleep. Then she 
 slipped into their room and turned up their 
 gas a very little, found his trousers and his 
 waistcoat imder them, took away the waistcoat 
 to her own room, and left the door ajar. 
 
 She brought the waistcoat to her table, cut 
 the stitches, drew them away, took out the 
 bank notes, and put them in her bosom, all as 
 coolly as possible. 
 
 Then she sat quietly down and sewed up 
 the top of the pocket again, imitating the very 
 number of the stitches she had originally put 
 in. 
 
 Then she took the waistcoat, went into the 
 next room, and put it back on the chair exactly 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 173 
 
 where she had found it, and laid the trousers 
 on it. 
 
 Then, having resumed her own, and no 
 longer caring so very much whether she was 
 caught or not by a man whom she could send 
 to prison for bigamy, she actually drew the 
 curtain back a little, and folding her arms, 
 surveyed the couple steadily with such an ex- 
 pression as seldom looks out of mortal eye. 
 The husband lay on his back snoring loud, as 
 he always did after excess. The other woman 
 he had deceived lay on her side as innocent as 
 a child, and sleeping like one. 
 
 The resolute woman who looked on stood 
 there to be cured or die. Ber flesh crawled 
 and quivered at first, but she stood and clinched 
 her teeth, and dehberately burned this sight 
 into her heart, that she might never forget it, 
 nor, by forgetting, be induced to forgive it. 
 
 Soon the day dawned, and a servant un- 
 bolted the street door. 
 
 Then Sarah made Lucy get up in silence, 
 both put on their bonnets, and she took the 
 
174 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 little girl through the other room, keeping 
 her on her other side, so that she could see 
 nothing' and walked out of the house without 
 a word. 
 
 Late in the morning James Mansell awoke 
 from a heavy sleep, and found himself alone in 
 bed. He soon realised the situation drink had 
 blunted overnight, and it frightened him. His 
 thoughts were bitter. How drink had foiled 
 all his cunning ! 
 
 He had settled in his sober mind to play 
 both women with consummate skill ; not to go 
 near Elizabeth in New York till he had settled 
 Sarah in Boston, and stayed with her a month at 
 least. What was to be done now? Why, 
 snatch a mouthful, and then hunt after Sarah 
 and tell her some lie, and fly with her to Bos- 
 ton, and write Elizabeth another lie to account 
 for his departure. 
 
 He burst through the folding-doors, and 
 threw them both wide open for air. In the 
 room his haggard face looked into sat Elizabeth, 
 smiling and making his tea, and getting break- 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFA CE. 175 
 
 fast ready for him ; her quick ear had heard 
 him move in the bedroom. 
 
 ' That's right,' said he ; ' give me a morsel 
 to eat. I must be off to the docks directly for 
 my luggage.' 
 
 ' What, is your money and all at the 
 docks ? ' 
 
 ' Not likely. That never leaves me night 
 and day.' 
 
 ' La ! then you might show^ it to me,' said 
 she. 
 
 ' Perhaps you don't believe I have got it,' 
 said he. 
 
 ' The idea ! Of course I believe your word.' 
 She filled him a cup of tea, and said no more. 
 It was he who returned to the subject. 
 
 ' Come, now, you'd like to see it, and make 
 sure ? ' 
 
 ' Why, Matthew,' said she, ' what woman 
 wouldn't that had heard so much about it ? ' 
 
 ' Here goes, then,' said he, and took off his 
 coat. 
 
 ' What, in your coat ? ' said she. ' Oh 
 
176 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 dear! That is not a very safe place, I am 
 sure.' 
 
 ' Guess again,' said he. Then he opened 
 his waistcoat, and showed her the inside 
 pocket. 
 
 She peered across the table at it, and 
 approved. 
 
 ' I see,' said she. ' Who'd have thought a 
 man had so much sense ? ' On reflection, how- 
 ever, she was not so pleased. ' Who sewed it in 
 for you ? ' said she, sharply. ' I can see tlie 
 stitches from here. 'Twas a woman.' 
 
 ' Well, then, let a woman unsew it,' was 
 all the reply he deigned ; and he chucked her 
 the waistcoat, and went on with his breakfast 
 very fast. 
 
 She took the waistcoat on her knee, 
 whipped her scissors out of her pocket, and 
 carefully snipped the stitches; then opened 
 the pocket, and groped in it with her fingers ; 
 ' Well, but,' said she, ' there's no money 
 here.' 
 
 ' Gammon,' said he, with his mouth full. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 177 
 
 She groped it thoroughly. 'But I say 
 there isn't,' said she. 
 
 ' Don't tell lies. Give it me.' 
 
 She gave it him and watched hira keenly, 
 and even suspiciously. 
 
 He felt the pocket — groped it — clutched 
 it — turned it inside out : there was nothing. 
 
 ' What in heaven is this ? ' he gasped. 
 ' Am I mad ? Am I dreaming ? It is im- 
 possible. Cut the thing to pieces ! Tear it 
 to atoms ! Eobbed ! robbed ! I'll go for the 
 police ! I'll search every woman in the 
 house.' And he started wildly up. 
 
 ' But Elizabeth rose too, and said, very 
 firmly : ' You'll do nothing of the kind ; there 
 are no thieves here. Now sit down and 
 think.' 
 
 ' I can't ; I'm all in a whirl.' 
 
 ' You must. Tell me the name of all the 
 bars you drank at before you came here.' 
 
 He groaned, and mentioned several. 
 
 ' Were there any women about ? ' 
 
 ' Plenty at some of them.' 
 
178 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' Did you take your coat off? ' 
 
 ' Not likely. I tell you I felt them in my 
 pocket before I went to bed.' 
 
 ' Ah ! you thought so, perhaps. Now who 
 sewed them in for you ? ' 
 
 ' No matter.' 
 
 ' Who sewed them in for you ? ' 
 
 ' The tailor.' 
 
 ' No, Matthew, a woman sewed them in ; 
 and a woman sewed the empty pocket up 
 again this last time. It is not a man's work, 
 and, besides, men are not so artful as all that. 
 There's more behind than you have told me,' 
 and she fell into a brown study. 
 
 Doubleface took his resolution in a moment. 
 He would go to the docks, wait there till Sarah 
 came for her boxes, and tell her he had been 
 set upon and robbed. Then he would go 
 away with her and work for a month, till she 
 got more money from England. 
 
 So he. told Elizabeth he would take the 
 police to all those bars, and he went out 
 hastily. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 179 
 
 She made no objection; she sat there, and 
 brooded over this strange mystery. 
 
 By-and-bye she had a visitor — an unex- 
 pected one, and one she could speak her mind 
 to on this subject more openly than to her 
 husband. 
 
 Sarah Mansell, on leaving that house, asked 
 her way to the Custom-house. To her surprise 
 it was very near. All her desire now was to 
 get home. Her heart, always single, turned 
 homeward entirely. Jealousy had tortured 
 her too much. The torture that kills defeats 
 itself, and her anguish had killed love as well 
 as agonised it. And then she had her own 
 special character ; for women vary as men do : 
 in some jealousy preponderates so that they 
 cannot resign an unworthy man who belongs 
 to them to another woman ; in others jealousy, 
 though terribly powerful, is curbed by pride 
 and self-respect. These are the high-spirited 
 women who will be the only one or none ; and' 
 note this, the more they love a man the more 
 
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1 80 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFA CE. 
 
 they will have hun all to themselves, or part 
 with him root and branch : wild horses could 
 not tear them from that alternative. These 
 loving but resolute women belong to no class 
 in society, and are found in every class. 
 Books, journals, education, ignorance, neither 
 make nor mar them. It is a law of their 
 nature, though not the general law. 
 
 Sarah foiind that a steamboat started for 
 England that day. She instantly took a berth 
 for Ijucy and herself, and meantime she took 
 her boxes away in a cab, lest James Mansell 
 should come and find them there, and wait 
 about for her. She did not fear him one bit ; 
 but she abhorred the sight of him now. 
 
 She directed a carman to drive her to any 
 good hotel he chose, only let it be a mile 
 distant. 
 
 James Mansell came to the Custom-house, 
 inquired for her boxes, and found that his wife 
 had removed them and gone to a hotel. The 
 .carman who took her had not returned, but a 
 person James feed promised to ask him on his 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
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 return to what hotel he had driven the lady. 
 Then Mansell went back to get some money 
 from Elizabeth ; for he had drunk all his loose 
 cash the day before. 
 
 The visitor she received meantime was 
 Solomon Grace. He came in rather sheepishly, 
 and began to plead her permission, but she cut 
 all that short very brusquely. 
 
 ' You come at the right time. I have been 
 robbed of 400/.' 
 
 Then she told him all that had passed 
 between her and Matthew, and Solomon of- 
 fered his theory, videlicet, that the notes had 
 never existed. 
 
 ' Well, then, I think they did,' said Eliza- 
 beth. 'But here's my trouble. There's a 
 person I suspect ; but I don't like to tell him ; 
 he might blame me for housing a stranger, and 
 indeed it was a foolish thing of me — there ! — I 
 gave a night's lodging to an Englishwoman 
 and her child. She said she had come by the 
 boat, and lost her husband. I am afraid she 
 
i82 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 never had one. Anyway, she slept here in 
 this very room, and, Solomon, whilst my man 
 was telUng me in there he had got me the 
 400/., she came bounce against that door, and 
 I thought at the time she was hstening.' 
 
 ' She is the one that did the trick,' was 
 Solomon's conclusion. 
 
 However, to make sure, he asked if Mr. 
 Haynes had told her where the notes were 
 while the woman was listening. 
 
 ' He must have,' said Elizabeth. Then she 
 thought a bit. ' Why, la, no, he didn't. She 
 could hear no more than I did, and certainly I 
 didn't know, nor he didn't tell me until this 
 morning, breakfast-time. There — she couldn't 
 know — unless she had sewn them in, and that's 
 against all reason. It's a mystery ; it is quite 
 beyond me.' 
 
 Solomon puzzled over it in tiu-n. He said 
 there was a good-looking woman sat waiting 
 for her husband best part of two hours at the 
 Custom-house, and a child with her. 
 
 'A girl?' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 183 
 
 ' Yes, a girl.' 
 
 ' What had she on ? ' 
 
 ' Didn't observe.' 
 
 ' What was the child like ? ' 
 
 ' Darkish — beautiful black eyes — a picture ! ' 
 
 ' That is them, I shouldn't wonder. You 
 saw no husband, I'll go bail.' 
 
 ' Ay, but I did — saw his back, however. 
 That one is no thief — a plain, honest woman, 
 with a face something between a calf and an 
 angel.' 
 
 ' Indeed,' said Elizabeth, ' she looked honest ; 
 and if her tale was true, it seems hard to suspect 
 her. But it is a puzzle.' 
 
 Then Solomon Grace summed up the 
 evidence : ' He drinks and gambles. One of 
 those ways is enough. Such a man is soon 
 eased of 400^. in New York city. I've seen a 
 many drained out here with dice and drink, but 
 I never knew a fool's pocket picked of notes 
 sewn into the lining. Puzzle or not, that's a 
 lie, I swan.' 
 
 The latter part of this summing up Avas 
 
i84 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 heard by Mr. Mansell from the parlour, he 
 having slipped into the house the back way. 
 He came in lowering, and put in his word. 
 ' Did you ever know an honest man slip into a 
 house and backbite a man to his wife .'' ' 
 
 Solomon turned red with ire and shame, for 
 his position was not a perfect one. ' Can't say 
 ever I did, but I've known folk the truth was 
 pison to wherever told.' 
 
 ' And the truth is that you are a discarded 
 lover of my wife's, and a mischief-making 
 hypocrite.' 
 
 Elizabeth was alarmed, for she knew Solo- 
 mon could wring this bantam's neck in a 
 moment, and she had no blind confidence in 
 his pacific disposition, though he vaunted it so 
 highly. ' La ! Matthew, do you want every 
 bone in your skin broken ? And, Solomon, 
 you must excuse him for my sake ; he is 
 in great trouble. I won't detain you at 
 present.' 
 
 ' That means make tracks,' said poor Solo- 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 185 
 
 mon. ' I'm pacific,' said he, almost crying witli 
 vexation. ' I'll go sartain. I'd better go. But, 
 Britisher — ' 
 
 ' Well, what is it, old Ohio? ' 
 
 ' A word at parting.' 
 
 ' In Chicageese ? ' 
 
 ' " Every dog has his day." That's English, 
 I rather think.' 
 
 "When he was gone, Elizabeth took a cheer- 
 ful tone. She told James she did not for one 
 moment believe he had drunk or gambled away 
 400^. ' But,' said she, ' it is no use being angry 
 with Solomon Grace for saying what all the 
 world says.' Then after a little while she played 
 the philosopher. ' If you gave me my choice, 
 and said, " Will you have 400/. or a sober, in- 
 dustrious husband ? " do you think I'd cho(>se 
 the money ? Never. So don't let us cry over 
 spilt milk, but just you drop gambling — you 
 don't drink as you used — and we shall do first- 
 rate. The house is full, and all the lodgers 
 like me. It always will be full now. Starting 
 
1 86 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 was the only trouble. I will undertake to keep 
 you if you will only spend your evenings with 
 me.' 
 
 James Mansell pretended to jump at these 
 terms, and Elizabeth invited him to go out 
 walking with her in an hour's time. 
 
 He agreed with feigned alacrity, and she 
 dressed for the occasion, and they walked out 
 arm in arm, she gay as a lark, he moody and 
 distracted, and attending to her flow of talk only 
 by fits and starts. 
 
 Meanwhile Mrs. Mansell and Lucy had a 
 nice wash and a good breakfast, and by-and-by 
 a conveyance was at the door to take their 
 boxes to the boat. 
 
 But Lucy was most unwilling. ' Oh, 
 mamma,' she said, ' we have only just come.' 
 
 ' I can't help that,' was the dogged reply. 
 
 ' But everything is so beautiful, and the 
 people so kind : they call me " miss" ! ' 
 
 ' My child,' said her mother, ' I must go 
 home. Wounded creatures aU go home ; and 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOVBLEFACE. 187 
 
 I am wounded to the heart. I have nobody 
 now but you : be kind to me.' 
 
 Lucy flung her arms round her mother's 
 neck. ' Ob, mamma, I'll go with you to 
 Jericho.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 CHAPTEE X. 
 
 It seemed as if everything was to be smoothed 
 for their going home. At the docks they found 
 Solomon Grace superintending Custom-house 
 work, and Sarah beckoned him, and asked him 
 how she should get her boxes on board. 
 
 ' Going home already ? What, without 
 your husband ? ' 
 
 ' Sir, my husband has abandoned me.' 
 ' What, altogether ? ' 
 ' Me and my child.' 
 ' The miserable cuss.' 
 
 Having thus delivered himself, he said it 
 was his business to obey her orders. He 
 couldn't leave that spot just then, but if she 
 would give him the ticket, his mate should stow 
 her things in the cabin. This was done accord- 
 ingly. Meantime he asked leave to put her a 
 question. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 1 89 
 
 ' As many as you please,' said she, calmly. 
 
 ' Where did you sleep last night ? ' 
 
 ' With a lady who called herself Mrs. 
 Haynes.' 
 
 ' At One-hundred-and-fourth Street ? ' 
 
 ' I don't know, unfortunately. But since 
 you ask, perhaps you know that Mrs, Haynes.' 
 
 ' I rather think I do.' 
 
 ' That is curious.' 
 
 ' Well, no. I've known her nine years. 
 Why^ her first husband was a cousin of mine. 
 When he died I always intended to be number 
 two ; only I didn't like to ask her in the 
 church-yard ; but that 'ere Britisher warn't so 
 nice ; he slipped in ahead of me.' 
 
 Sarah turned her brown eye full on him 
 with growing interest. ' I understand perfectly,' 
 said she. ' You respected her most because you 
 loved her best.' 
 
 Solonion stared at her. He was utterly 
 amazed, but at the same time charmed, at this 
 gentle stranger reading him so favourably all in 
 a moment, and reading him right. He asked 
 
1 90 SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 her a little sheepishly if he might make so free 
 as to take her hand. ' You are very welcome, 
 I am sure,' said she, smiling calmly. 
 
 ' I'll tell you the truth,' said he, ' though it's 
 agin myself. I love her still ; can't get her out 
 of my head nohow.' 
 
 ' Why should you ? ' said she, loftily. 
 
 Solomon stared at that. 
 
 ' It's like poor Joe Finder,' said she, half to 
 herself. 
 
 ' Can't say ; don't know the family.' 
 
 Sarah began to wonder. Presently she 
 scanned him all over with her steady eyes : ' I 
 think,' said she, slowly, ' it must be my duty to 
 write a note to Mrs. Haynes.' 
 
 ' About her housing you for the night ? ' 
 
 ' About that and other things. You know 
 her and respect her ; will you give it her ? ' 
 
 ' Of course I will.' 
 
 ' Into her own hand ? ' 
 
 ' And- glad of the job.' 
 
 ' Not into the hands of the man.' 
 
 ' What I her husband — the cuss — not likely.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. iQf 
 
 Satisfied on that point, Sarah said she would 
 like to go on board out of the bustle. She 
 could write the letter in the cabin ; it would be 
 a short one. Then Solomon took her and Lucy 
 on board. After some httle preparation Sarah 
 took paper and an envelope out of her bag : she 
 had everything ready to write to her sister. She 
 sat down and wrote to the other wife of James 
 Mansell. Solomon Grace had nothing else to 
 do but to watch her, and he did wonder what 
 that thoughtful brow and white hand were 
 sending to the woman he still loved. 
 
 It was no simple matter ; the Englishwoman 
 had a difficult task before her. She paused at 
 every line. Her face was solemn, grave, and 
 powerful. So the puzzle deepened. Solomon 
 could see this was not a woman writing merely 
 to thank another for a night's lodging. When 
 she had finished it, she folded it and secured it 
 very carefully, and beckoned Solomon Grace. 
 
 He came to her. 
 
 ' You will give this letter into her own hand, 
 and see her read it ? ' 
 
192 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' I will ; who shall I say it is from ? ' 
 
 ' Sarah Mansell.' 
 
 ' Oh ! Sarah Mansell. You are Sarah Man- 
 sell ? ' 
 
 ' I am Sarah Mansell' Then she said, very 
 thoughtfully, ' This Mrs. Haynes, have you a 
 real affection for her .^ ' 
 
 ' I am a bachelor for her sake, that is all,' 
 said he, despondently. 
 
 She fixed her eyes on him. ' Perhaps some 
 day you may be a married man for her sake.' 
 
 Solomon shook his head. ' Is that a 
 conundrum ? ' 
 
 ' Well,' said she,' the future is a riddle. 
 What I am doing now proves that. Who 
 knows? You have been very kind to me. 
 Blessings come to those who are good to the 
 stranger, the fatherless, and the widow. Well, 
 my child is fatherless this day, and I am a 
 deserted wife, all alone on the great sea, with 
 nobody but my child and my God.' 
 
 Poor Solomon might have told her those 
 two were more than seventy-seven bad hus- 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 1 93 
 
 bands, but she went too straight for the tender 
 heart that lay beneath his breast. 
 
 ' Don't ye now, don't ye,' he snivelled ; 
 ' you'll make me cry enough to wash a palace- 
 car. You're not alone, you sha'n't be alone. 
 Here, little beauty, come and comfort mother. 
 Solomon Grace isn't much, but he'll stand by 
 you till she starts, and then you must just keep 
 your eye square for home, like the jade's figure- 
 head there. You have got friends to home ? ' 
 
 ' I have.' 
 
 ' You are loved to home ? ' 
 
 ' I am, sir.' 
 
 ' Don't I tell you. They're waiting for 
 you ; they are thinking of you.' 
 
 'They are. I saw them in a vision last 
 night.' 
 
 ' It stands to reason ; you was born to 
 be loved.' 
 
 'I thought so once, sir.' 
 
 ' I think so now, and I'm sure of it. You'd 
 bewitch creation. Why, I'd cut myself in 
 pieces to serve you. Darn me if I wouldn't 
 
 
 
194 SINtiLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 take you safe to that ar island and hand you to 
 your friends, and then slip back, if it warn't 
 for the letter.' 
 
 Leaving this good soul to comfort Sarah 
 Mansell till the ship was cleared of strangers, I 
 must go to meet a less interesting couple, who 
 are coming this way. 
 
 As James took the walk merely to please 
 Elizabeth, he went wherever she chose. They 
 called at a provision shop and bought the things 
 he liked. Elizabeth was handsome and well 
 dressed, and many admiring glances were cast 
 on her. Her companion's vanity was tickled 
 at this. Only what rather spoiled the walk 
 was that he longed so at that very moment to 
 be raking the town for the other. 
 
 Presently they came out in sight of the 
 quay, and James began to fidget again. He 
 burned to get away from his companion to see 
 if his agent had news of Sarah, and, besides 
 that, he had a dread of open spaces — they 
 facilitate surprises. Sarah might see him from 
 
SINGLE HE A RT and DO UBLEFA CE. 1 9 5 
 
 a distance walking with Elizabeth. This ex- 
 treme uneasiness did not escape the latter. 
 ' Why, what is the matter with you now? ' said 
 she. ' You keep looking about as if you had 
 done something, and expected the police to 
 pounce on you from every corner.' 
 
 ' You wouldn't be easy if you had lost 
 400Z., and couldn't tell how.' 
 
 ' Yes, I would, if I could do without them. 
 They were for me^ but I don't fret, and why 
 waste another thought on them, my dear ? ' 
 
 At this moment the steamer's bell rang. 
 ' There, now,' said Elizabeth, kindly, ' stay and 
 see the boat start.' 
 
 ' Lend me a couple of dollars,' said he. She 
 gave it him directly. ' Wait a bit for me here,' 
 he said, and Elizabeth .seated herself in a sort 
 of pleasant waiting-room near the main entrance 
 to the piers, and waited. 
 
 He darted into a shop and replenished his 
 flask. Then he ran to find his agent, and got 
 from him the name of the hotel Sarah Mansell 
 had gone to. He was eager to go there at 
 
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196 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 once, but dared not. Elizabeth had a temper. 
 Doubleface was fairly puzzled between the two. 
 However, it was only postponed for an hour. 
 Elizabeth, with her house full of lodgers, would 
 not be out more than that, and then he would 
 fly on the wings of penitence to Sarah, and not 
 leave her for the other till he had humbugged 
 her thoroughly and eradicated all suspicion. 
 
 So he came back to Ehzabeth. -She was 
 sitting there quite at ease. ' Curse it,' said he, 
 ' she must go home,' 
 
 But now ropes were cast off", and every pre- 
 paration made for the vessel leaving. This is 
 admirably managed in New York. The largest 
 steamboat just glides away into the Atlantic 
 like a river-boat starting upon the Thames. 
 
 ' Ah,' said Doubleface, tormented by the 
 situation he had created for himself, ' I wish I 
 was going in you — alone,' He stepped forward 
 and saw her move away. She lay against the 
 quay amidships, but she was so long that it took 
 a minute before her after-cabin came opposite. 
 
 A woman, who had caught sight of James 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 197 
 
 Mansell, bu^ hidden herself till then, rushed out 
 upon the poop, followed by a girl. She whipped 
 a packet of notes out of her bosom, and bran- 
 dished them high in the air to him, then drew 
 her child's head to her waist. 
 
 That is what she did. But how can words 
 convey the grandeur of those impassioned 
 gestures, the swiftness of their sequence, and 
 the tale'that towering figure and those flaming 
 eyes told to the villain and fool who had pos- 
 sessed her, plagued her for years, and hit upon 
 the only way to lose her. 
 
 He started back, bewildered, blasted, terri- 
 fied, and glared after her in stupid dismay. 
 
 While he stood petrified, a voice hissed in 
 his ear, ' You know — where — your — notes — 
 are — now ! ' 
 
 It was Elizabeth at his shoulder, but a little 
 behind him. Doubleface turned slowly, aghaist 
 with this new danger. He gasped, but could 
 not articulate. 
 
 Elizabeth laid her right hand on his 
 shoulder, and pointed to Sarah with her left. 
 
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 'Why, that woman is shaking them in your 
 face ! ' Then she took him by both shoulders 
 and turned him square to her. ' Your face, 
 that is as white as ashes ! ' In this position 
 she drove her eyes into his, and clutched 
 him firmly. ' What is there between that 
 woman and you ? She has taken your money, 
 yet she is not afraid. She vaunts it, and it's 
 you that tremble. Oh ! what does this '"mean ? ' 
 
 In her excitement she had grasped him 
 so firmly that her nails hurt him severely 
 through his clothes, out now that clutch 
 relaxed, and she felt weak. ' What does this 
 mean ? ' she repeated. 
 
 The other creature, accustomed to lie, 
 now Iried to escape, hopeless as it seemed. 
 He stammered : ' I don't know. I saw a 
 woman shake something or other at me — was 
 it at me ? ' 
 
 ' Who else ? ' 
 
 ' I fancied she looked past me somehow. 
 Where were you P ' 
 
 ' Behind you at the door.' 
 
SINGLEHEA RT and DO UBLEFA CE. 1 99 
 
 ' Could it be to you ? ' The desperate 
 wretcli hardly knew what he was saying. To 
 his surprise this bold suggestion told. 
 
 ' Why, of course it might be to me.' 
 
 He seized this advantage artfully. ' More 
 likely to neither of us,' said he ; ' and yet I 
 don't know ; since I came home everything 
 that happens is a mystery.' 
 
 ' That is true, and I suppose I shall never 
 know the meaning of it all.' 
 
 ' I'm as much in the dark as you are,' said 
 he, ' and you can believe me or not, as you 
 like.' Then he took a step or two away to 
 show her he was disposed to quarrel with 
 her. That answers sometimes when a body 
 is in the wrong. 
 
 This stroke of policy left room for a third 
 figure to step in between them, and that 
 position was promptly taken by Solomon 
 Grace. 
 
 ' Letter from Sarah Man sell.' 
 
 Doubleface turned with a yell, and made 
 a grab at the letter. Solomon, who was 
 
200 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 holding it out "with his right hand toward 
 Ehzabeth, stopped the rush with his left, and 
 mocked the attempt. 'No, yer don't,' said 
 the stalwart giant : ' I'm under Mrs. Sarah 
 Mansell's orders as this letter is not to be 
 intercepted by any darned cuss whatever, but 
 guv into the hands of Mrs. Haynes, and read 
 before me to make sure.' 
 
 Elizabeth stared, but hesitated to defy her 
 husband before Solomon Grace. ' But I don't 
 know her,' said she, looking at the letter in 
 Solomon's hand. 
 
 ' Yes, ye do — it's the lady that slept at 
 your house last night.' 
 
 Elizabeth uttered a little cry and panted. 
 She almost snatched the letter now, and said, 
 ' Then she did listen at the door.' 
 
 ' Like enough,' said James. ' Then of 
 course she'll know what to say to set us all by 
 the ears.' 
 
 ' Yes, but,' said Elizabeth, ' she knows more 
 than you ever told me that night. She knew 
 where to find those notes — ay, those that hide 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 201 
 
 can find. My fingers tremble ; open it for me, 
 Solomon.' 
 
 He opened the letter, and handed it to 
 Elizabeth, and dared James Mansell to inter- 
 fere. Elizabeth read the letter very slowly, 
 and piecemeal— read it how she could indeed ; 
 for her turn was come to have her bosom 
 pierced : 
 
 '"Madam, — You and I — are both unfortu- 
 nate. You are betrayed, and I am deceived. 
 If I tell the truth, I must pain you ; if I with- 
 hold it, he vrill deceive you still." Oh, what is 
 coming ? ' said poor Ehzabeth. " The man that 
 passes for Matthew Haynes " ' — she stopped 
 and looked at him, and read again — ' " passes 
 for Matthew Haynes — is James Mansell — my 
 husband ! " ' (the reader held out her hand 
 piteously to Solomon Grace ; he supported her, 
 and she held on to him, and that seemed to 
 give her more power to read on) ' " We were 
 married at St. Mary's Church, Glo'ster, on the 
 ]3thof July, 1873.'" 
 
202 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 ' That's a lie,' said James. 
 
 ' It does not read like one,' was the dogged 
 reply. 
 
 ' " In 1878 he robbed me of my savings, 
 and went to America. Last month one Varney 
 from Liverpool told him I had money. He 
 came for it directly, and took me with it — it 
 was 400Z. — sooner than not have it at all. Dear 
 madam, I could not let my child be robbed." 
 There, I knew it — she took back her own. 
 " But James Mansell is yoiu:s if worth keeping." 
 Are you worth keeping ? " My door he never 
 enters again. But if ever you should be as 
 desolate as I was on your steps that bitter 
 night, my home is yours. God help us both ! 
 " Saeah Mansell, 
 " 13 Green Street, Liverpool." ' 
 
 ' That is as clever a lie as ever woman 
 told,' said James Mansell. 
 
 Elizabeth replied : 'It is God's truth ! 
 Sunshine is not clearer. So, then, I never 
 had but one husband.' She put both hands to 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 203 
 
 her face and blushed to the throat. ' You 
 were his friend. Take me home.' She dung 
 piteously to Solomon. Then she turned to 
 Doubleface. ' In one hour my servant will 
 give you your clothes on my door-step. My 
 door you never enter again.' 
 
 ' Mind that ! ' said the Illinois man. ' I 
 shall be there. " Every dog has his day ! " ' 
 With the word he tucked the resolute but 
 trembling Elizabeth tight under his arm and 
 took her home. 
 
 Doubleface cursed them both as they re- 
 treated. Then he rushed to the water-side, 
 and the steamboat was now all in sight, and 
 Sarah Mansell still visible, standing over her 
 child with her eyes raised to heaven. 
 
 Then the fool and villain raged and raved 
 between the two 'superior women he had 
 deceived and lost. Both too good for him, 
 and at last he knew it — both in sight, yet leav- 
 ing him for ever, and he knew it. He raved ; 
 he cursed ; he ran to the water's edge. No, 
 he had not the courage to die. He took out 
 
204 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 his flask and went for comfort to his ruin — he 
 dranli neat brandy fiercely. 
 
 Then fire ran through his veins. He began 
 not to care quite so much. He drank again. 
 Aha! He was brave. He defied them. He 
 drank both their healths in brandy. He 
 vowed to have two more as good as either 
 of them. He drank on till his eyes set and he 
 rolled upon the pavement. There the police 
 found him dead drunk, and held a short con- 
 sultation over him. 
 
 'Police cell?' 
 
 ' No — hospital.' 
 
^INGLEHEART Mid DO UBLEFA CE. 205 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 Joseph Pinder and Deborah Smart kept the 
 home and the httle shop, and were on those 
 terms of gentle fellowship which often lend to 
 a closer union when some stronger attachment 
 ceases to interfere. When a month had elapsed 
 they began to be very anxious to hear from 
 Sarah ; and one evening Pinder said if she had 
 written the day she landed, or even the day 
 after, they ought to have had a letter that very 
 day. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said Deborah, ' he won't let her 
 write to us. That is my trouble now — we 
 shall never know whether she is dead or alive.' 
 
 Pinder could not bring himself to believe 
 that ; so then they had a discussion. It was 
 interrupted by the rattle of a fly drawing up at 
 the door Wheel visitors were rare at that 
 
2o6 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 house. Deborah thought the man had drawn 
 up at the wrong door ; Finder said he would 
 go and see ; a knock at the door settled the 
 question Finder opened it ; and there, full in 
 the gas-hght, stood Sarah Mansell and Lucy. 
 Finder uttered a loud exclamation. She gave 
 a little sign of satisfaction, and put both hands 
 on his shoulders. 'Yes, my good Joseph, here 
 we are, thank Heaven ! Oh, sister ! ' and she 
 stopped Debora,h's scream of amazement and 
 delight by flying into her arms. The cab was 
 paid, the boxes taken into the parlour, and 
 then Sarah and Lucy were inspected and 
 cuddled again. 
 
 Then came a fusillade of questions. ' But 
 what brought you back so soon? Did he 
 change his mind? I never thought he would 
 let you come back at all. And looking like a 
 rose ; you are properly sunburned ; but it 
 becomes you — everything becomes my sister. 
 Here's your picture ; it has been our only com- 
 fort. Aren't you hungry after your journey? ' 
 
 ' Indeed I am.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 207 
 
 ' Bless you ! And I could almost bless him 
 for bringing you back in such health and 
 spirits. There, you go upstairs and make 
 yourselves comfortable ; your supper shall be 
 ready in ten minutes. Oh dear ! I don't know 
 whether I'm on my head or my heels for 
 
 joy.' 
 
 In due course the cloth was laid for five, 
 and supper served. 
 
 ' Will he be here to supper ? ' asked Deborah, 
 with a laughable diminution of ardour. 
 
 'No.' 
 
 'That is odd. Of course he will sleep 
 here ? ' 
 
 'No.' 
 
 At this Deborah and Finder sat open- 
 mouthed, and could hardly believe their senses. 
 Sarah, brimful of health and in good spirits, 
 yet her husband not with her. He could not 
 be far off, thought Deborah. 
 
 ' He is in Liverpool ? ' 
 
 'No.' 
 
 ' Then he is coming by next boat ? ' 
 
2o8 SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 'No.' 
 
 ' Well, I never.' 
 
 ' Let us welcome lier, not question her,' 
 suggested Finder ; ' slie will tell us all about it 
 when she chooses. It is enough for me to see 
 her looking so well and so happy.' 
 
 ' Happy, because I am at peace, and be- 
 cause I have got back to two dear friends. 
 Ah ! I saw you both in my dream, sitting over 
 that picture there and saying, " We shall never 
 see her again." ' 
 
 ' gracious heavens ! and so we did,' cried 
 Deborah. 
 
 ' I was sure of it,' Sarah replied, ' the 
 vision was so plain.' 
 
 Deborah's curiosity burned her ; she could 
 not help putting questions directly or in- 
 directly. Sarah parried them calmly ; then 
 came a practical and somewhat delicate ques- 
 tion. Deborah approached it indirectly : 
 
 ' Since you went I was afraid to be alone in 
 the house, and Mr. Finder he has slept in 
 Lucy's room.' 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO'UBLEFACE. 209 
 
 Sarah saw at once what she would be at, 
 and said : ' Pray make no change for me. 
 Lucy will sleep with me in the best bedroom. 
 We shall both prefer it, shall we not ? ' 
 
 ' Oh yes, mamma ! I like to be with you 
 day and night.' 
 
 Deborah was charmed at the arrangement, 
 and so was Pinder ; he had expected to be 
 politely consigned to some other dwelling. 
 Deborah, however, must try once more to 
 draw her sister. 
 
 ' This is a blessed state of things,' said she, 
 ' but I am afraid 'tis too aood to last. He will 
 drop on us some day, and turn us to the right- 
 about.' 
 
 Sarah would not utter a syllable in reply, 
 and wore an impassive countenance, as she 
 took no interest whatever in the speculation. 
 It must be confessed this was enough to exas- 
 perate, curiosity. ' Well,' said Deborah, in des- 
 pair, ' will you answer me one thing ? Has he 
 collared the money ? ' Sarah put her hand to 
 her bosom, and produced a bundle of notes, 
 
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2 lo SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 ' It is all here except the travelling expenses,' 
 she said, calmly. 
 
 'I am glad of that,' said Pinder ; ' and for 
 pity's sake, don't question her any more.' 
 
 Sarah smiled. ' Don't be hard on her, 
 Joseph,' said she. ' She must ask questions, 
 being a woman, and one that loves me. But 
 I'm not bound to answer them, you know.' 
 
 ' If she won't bear to be questioned, she 
 shall go to bed, for I am dying with curiosity. 
 Aren't you, Mr. Pinder ? JSTow tell the truth.' 
 
 ' Well, I am,' was the frank reply. ' But I 
 don't want to know everything all in a moment. 
 I'd rather have her here and know nothing 
 more than know everything and not have 
 her: 
 
 Deborah acquiesced hypocritically, because 
 she had just remembered she could get it all 
 out of Lucy. That young lady now showed 
 fatigue, and the little party separated for the 
 night. 
 
 ' One word,' said Deborah to Sarah in her 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 2ii 
 
 bedroom. ' Give me one word to sleep on. 
 Are you bappy ? ' 
 
 ' Sister, I am content.' 
 
 Deborah pumped Lucy. Lucy, to her 
 infinite surprise, pursed up her lips, and would 
 not say a word. 
 
 Her mother had made her promise most 
 solemnly not to reveal anything whatever that 
 had happened to them in New York. 
 
 Deborah writhed under this, but Finder 
 made liglit of it, and really there was plenty 
 to balance the want of complete information. 
 Sarah resumed her business ; he was once 
 more her associate, and his jealousy was set to 
 sleep. 
 
 Her husband was not there, and no longer 
 filled her thoughts. She never fretted for him ; 
 indeed, she ignored the man. The phenomenon 
 was new and unaccountable, but certain. 
 Joseph Finder threw himself with more ardour 
 than ever into her service, and persuaded her 
 to seize an opportunity, and 'rent larger and 
 better-situated premises in a good thoroughfare. 
 
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212 SINGLEHEART aad DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 Here their trade was soon quadrupled, and 
 Sarah Mansell was literally on the road to 
 fortune. By-and-bye Lucy's health failed. It 
 was ' Pinder to the rescue ' directly. He took 
 a little villa and garden outside the town, and 
 there he established Deborah and Lucy with a 
 maid-servant. Sarah slept there. Pinder had 
 a room there, but generally slept on the old 
 premises. 
 
 All this time he was making visible advances 
 in the affection of Sarah Mansell. Indeed, that 
 straightforward woman never condescended to 
 conceal her growing affection for him. The 
 change was visible on the very night of her 
 arrival, but now, as the months rolled on, her 
 innocent affection and tenderness for the friend 
 who had suffered for her and loved her these 
 ten years grew and grew. Deborah saw it. 
 Lucy saw.it. The last to see it was Joseph 
 himself ; but even he discovered it at last with 
 a httle help from Deborah. In truth, it was 
 undisguised. The only mystery was how it 
 could be reconciled with her character, for sh§ 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 213 
 
 was a wife, and the most prudent of women. 
 Then why let Joseph Pinder see he was the 
 man she cared for, and the only one ? How- 
 ever, one day the exultant Joseph found there 
 were limits. In the ardour of his affection he 
 went to kiss her. She drew back directly : 
 ' Please don't forget I am James Mansell's 
 wife.' And for a day or two after that her 
 manner was guarded and reserved. This was 
 a warning to Mr. Joseph Pinder. A full and 
 sweet affection visibly offered, but passion 
 dechned without a moment's hesitation. 
 Joseph was chilled and disappointed for the 
 moment, but what he had endured for her 
 in less happy times reconciled him to the limits 
 she now imposed. The situation was heavenly 
 compared with those that had preceded it, and 
 above all he saw nobody to be jealous of. He 
 had also httle auxiliary joys in the affection of 
 Lucy and Deborah. These two, as well as 
 Sarah, loved, petted, and made much of him. 
 
 How long this placid affection and sweet 
 tranquil content — the most enduring happiness 
 
214 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 nature permits, if man could but see it — might 
 have endured, I cannot say, for it was cut 
 short about ten months after Sarah's return by 
 a revelation that let in passion and let out 
 peace. 
 
 They did now a brisk trade with the United 
 States ; and one evening a new agent came 
 from New York with liberal offers. This man 
 happened to be a gossip and a friend of Solomon 
 Grace. ' " Mansell ! " ' said he (the name over 
 the shop). ' I could teU you a queer story 
 connected with that name.' 
 
 ' It's not an uncommon name,' said Finder. 
 ' Was it James Mansell ? ' 
 
 ' No ; it was a woman — a Mrs. Mansell. 
 My friend Grace's wife — that is now — found 
 her seated on a doorstep with a little girl ; she 
 said she had missed her husband. Mrs. Grace 
 — at least, Mrs. Haynes, she was then — asked 
 her in, and liked her so well she gave her her 
 supper and a bed. Presently, home comes Mr. 
 Haynes, her husband, quite unexpected. They 
 had a hug or two, I suppose, and talked of 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 215 
 
 their family affairs. And . it seems this Mrs. 
 Mansell listened, for next day this Haynes, as 
 he called himself, missed 400^. sterling that was 
 sewed inside his pocket. There was a row ; 
 one said one thing, one said another. Then — 
 let me see — what's next? Oh, I remember ! — 
 what do you think? Mr. and Mrs. Haynes 
 were watching the steamboat starting for 
 England. Doesn't Mrs. Mansell step on deck 
 all of a sudden and shakes the missing bank- 
 notes in both their faces—' 
 
 ' Capital ! ' roared Pind*er. ' Go on ! go 
 on!' 
 
 ' And it turned out she had only taken back 
 her own, for this Haynes was no Haynes at all, 
 but one Mansell, if you please, and had been 
 taking a turn at bigamy.' 
 
 ' The scoundrel ! Now I see it all.' 
 
 ' However, it didn't pay. Both the women 
 sacked him, and Mrs. Haynes' friends wanted 
 to imprison him. But Solomon Grace said, 
 " Don't let's have a row. Marry me." Mind, 
 he had always been sweet on her. So she 
 
2i6 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 married him like a bird. Why, you seem quite 
 fluttered like. Do you know the people ? ' 
 
 ' I do. This very shop belongs to that 
 same Mrs. Mansell. Do tell! How things 
 come about ! ' 
 
 ' But of course the story is no news to you ? ' 
 said the agent. 
 
 ' Yes, it is. She never mentions his name.' 
 
 ' No wonder. It must be a sore subject.' 
 
 ' Where is the villain ? ' What has become 
 of him ? Any chance of his coming over here ? ' 
 
 ' How can I tell ? ' 
 
 You may imagine the elFect of this story 
 upon Finder. He went out to the villa hot 
 with it, and glowing with love and pity for 
 Sarah and rage at her husband. But during 
 the walk he cooled a little, and began to ask 
 himself if he ought to go and blurt out his 
 information. 
 
 Sarah nmst have some reason for withhold- 
 ing it so long. Why, of course she was morti- 
 fied, and would not thank him if he went and 
 published it. Herein he misunderstood Sarah's 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUSLEFACE. 217 
 
 motive — it was more profouad, and the result 
 of much thought and forecast. However, she 
 will speak for herself. As for Finder, he took 
 a middle course : he confided it to Deborah, 
 stipulating that she should feel her way with 
 Sarah, and see how she could bear the truth 
 being known, 
 
 Deborah acted on these instructions. But 
 Sarah broke through .them all in a moment, 
 and told her the whole truth. 
 
 Next morning after breakfast she spoke 
 privately to Finder. 
 
 ' So you have heard something about what 
 parted James Mansell and me for ever ? ' (She 
 had divined at once it must have come through 
 Finder.) 
 
 ' Yes, Sarah, to tell the truth, I have.' 
 
 ' Well, Deborah will tell you the whole 
 story. It is not a matter I care to talk about.' 
 
 ' I would rather have heard it from you than 
 from a stranger. Did you doubt whose side I 
 should be on ? ' 
 
 ' No, Joseph, not for a moment. If you 
 
2i8 SINCLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 must know, it was entirely for your sake I kept 
 it to myself i' 
 
 ' For my sake ? Why, it only makes my 
 heart warm a little more to you. To think 
 that such an angel as you should ever be 
 deceived and pillaged ! ' 
 
 ' And cured. Believe it or not, I am 
 thankful it happened, and almost grateful to 
 the man for undeceiving me before I wasted 
 any more affection on such a creature. JSTo, 
 Joseph. I am single-hearted, as I always was, 
 and my heart turned to you before ever you 
 saw my face this time, and I kept that cruel 
 story locked in my bosom for your sake. Ah, 
 well ! I was not to have my way. You know 
 my condition now — neither maid, wife, nor 
 widow — and I am afraid it will unsettle your 
 mind, and this will not be the happy home it 
 has been.' 
 
 She sighed as she said this. He smiled at 
 her wild apprehensions. But she was wise, 
 and one that knew the heart of a man, and had 
 forecasts. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 219 
 
 CHAPTEE XII. 
 
 The only difference it made at first was a slight 
 increase of sympathy and respect on the part 
 of Joseph Finder. But this was followed by a 
 more manifest ardour of devotion, and this in 
 due course by open courtship. 
 
 Sarah thought it due to herself and her 
 position to curb this, She did so with admir- 
 able address, sometimes playfully, sometimes 
 coldly, sometimes firmly, always kindly ; yet 
 with all this tact the repeated checks made 
 Pinder cross now and then. 
 
 She was sorry, but out of prudence would 
 not show it. It ended in his begging pardon, 
 and in her saying she did not blame him ; it 
 was the natural consequence of her situation, 
 now that situation was declared. 
 
 As nothing stands still, this went on till the 
 
220 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 
 
 very thing Sarah had foreseen came to pass. 
 The man after so many years of self-restraint, 
 and so m.any good offices done, found himself 
 at last rewarded with affection only. That was 
 so sweet, that instead of satisfying him, it 
 enticed him on ; he longed to possess her, and 
 asked himself why not. It was no longer 
 either wrong or impossible. He implored her 
 to divorce James Mansell and marry him. She 
 received the proposal with innocent horror. 
 ' For shame ! ' she said — ' oh, for shame ! ' and 
 turned her back on him, and would hardly 
 speak to him for some hours. 
 
 He took the rebuff humbly enough at the 
 time. But afterward he consulted his friends, 
 and they sided with him, and he returned to 
 the charge. He pressed her, he urged her, he 
 coaxed her, he did everything except remind 
 her of his own merits (and her own heart 
 supplied that omission), but she would not 
 yield. And the provoking thing was, she 
 would not argue. Her old-fashioned religion 
 and her old-fashioned delicacy despised reason- 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 221 
 
 ing on such a matter. He might ahnost 
 as well have offered her reasons for bigamy. 
 She was prejudiced and deaf to logic. 
 The next time he attacked her she showed 
 distress. ' Ah,' she said, ' I foresaw this. 
 Now you know why I kept my sad story 
 to myself. I know the value of peace and pure 
 affection, and I know that you or any man 
 would demand more than I can give. I don't 
 blame you, dear ; but you will not forgive me ; 
 it is not likely.' Her tears, the first he had 
 ever made her shed, melted him. He kissed 
 her, and begged her to forgive him. She 
 sighed and said, 'I suppose it is no use telling 
 you what it costs me to deny you. You will 
 never be easy now, but will never move me. 
 I can't help it. I must trust in God.' 
 
 Joseph Pinder told his friends it was no 
 use ; he couldn't move her ; he only tormented 
 himself and made her unhappy. Then one of 
 them laughed in his face, and told him he was 
 loving the woman like a calf and not like a 
 man. If she is really fond of you, be her 
 
222 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 master. She'll like you all the better, what- 
 ever she may pretend. You cut it for a year or 
 two, and let her find out what you are worth. 
 Another told him he was being humbugged 
 and made a convenience of. The woman was 
 secretly hoping her husband would come back 
 and eat humble pie. So what with passion, 
 the sense of long service, instilled distrust, and 
 wounded vanity, Joseph Finder, after disquiet- 
 ing himself and Sarah in vain for six months, 
 resolved to make a change. One Saturday 
 night he packed up Ms carpet-bag, and an- 
 nounced that he should go next morning to 
 Manchester, and thence to London. 
 
 ' For how long ? ' asked Sarah, anxiously. 
 'Well, Sarah, for good, unless something 
 happens.' 
 
 Sarah said nothing ; she understood in a 
 moment that he intended to make a last at- 
 tempt, and to go if she refused. 
 
 Next morning she went to church just as 
 usual, and Joe Pinder awaited her return — 
 with his ultimatum. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 223 
 
 However, his feelings were subjected to 
 some little trials before she came home. 
 It was a glorious day. 
 
 Lucy and Deborah sat out in the little 
 garden. He finished packing his bag, and then 
 went down to say a last Avord to thepi. He 
 found Deborah with red eyes, and silent too — 
 very unusual things with her. She and Lucy 
 had evidently been talking the matter over, for 
 Lucy asked him plump why her mother would 
 not marry him. He replied, sullenly, ' Because 
 I don't deserve it, you may be sure.' 
 
 ' That is a fib,' said Lucy, severely. ' Well, 
 if she won't, you had better marry me. Any- 
 thing is better than being cross.' 
 
 ' You must grow up first,' suggested 
 Deborah. 
 
 ' Or I must grow down,' said Finder. 
 Then he took Lucy on his knee, and being 
 in no humour for jest, he said : ' I had set my 
 heart on you for a daughter. A wife I might 
 find, but a daughter hke you, all ready to love 
 jne — a regular rose-bud ! Ah, well ! ' 
 
224 SINGLSHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 Lucy, precocious in all matters of sentiment, 
 gushed out directly : ' You shall, you shall. 
 Why, now I think of it, I want a father. I 
 never much hked the other one. But I like 
 you. Uncle Joe — I mean Father Joe. There, I 
 love — I adore you.* She spread her arms 
 supernaturally wide, and threw them round 
 his neck with an enthusiastic rush. 
 
 ' Little angel,' said the affectionate fellow. 
 " Well, Lucy, I'll try for you, but I suppose it 
 is no use. Yes, Deborah,' said he, ' I'll go for 
 my bag, and a few minutes will decide.' 
 
 Deborah could not blame him, for she knew 
 that if she'd been a man, she could not have 
 been so patient as Joe Pinder had been. There 
 was a wicket-gate at the back of the garden, 
 and Sarah now appeared at it. She had risen 
 in the world. Both she and Deborah were 
 dressed in rich black silk dresses, but with no 
 trimming or flounces. Being tall, they showed 
 off the material all the more. Sarah had a white 
 French bonnet and neat gloves, but, relic of hu- 
 mility, she carried her prayer-book in her hand. 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 225 
 
 Deborah sent Lucy indoors, and went to 
 meet her sister. ' Oh, Sarah,' she said, all in a 
 hurry, ' do mind what you're about. Joe 
 Finder's blood is up. I think it is his friends 
 that jeer him.' 
 
 Sarah sighed, ' What can I do ? ' 
 
 ' You can't do nothing, but you can say a 
 deal. Why, what is a woman's tongue for? 
 Tell him anything, promise anything. La ! I 
 wish I was in your place — he should never 
 leave me.' 
 
 Before Sarah could answer, Finder appeared 
 at the door with a large carpet-bag. He put it 
 down on the steps. Deborah ran to him. 
 
 ' Oh, Joseph,' she said, pathetically, ' what 
 should we do without thee ? And look at the 
 garden — not a flower but you planted, and 
 'twas you laid the turf. Joe, dear, don't be- 
 lieve but she loves you with all her heart. She 
 never could love two since she was born, and 
 you are the one.^ 
 
 ' That remains to be seen,' said the man, 
 firmly ; and he looked so pale and so dogged 
 
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226 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 Deborah had httle hope he would give in. He 
 came to Sarah ; she was seated in a garden- 
 chair waiting bravely for him. He stood in 
 front of her. ' I've come to know your mind 
 once for all.' 
 
 ' I think you know my mind,' she said, 
 gently, ' and I'm sure you know my heart.' 
 
 ' No, Sarah, I don't, not to the bottom.' 
 
 ' Perhaps not. Women-folk were always 
 hard for men to understand. Never heed that. 
 Speak your own mind to me, dear Joseph.' 
 
 And Finder said he was there on purpose. 
 ' But first,' said he, ' let me put a question to 
 you. I'm almost ashamed to, though.' 
 
 ' It is no time to be afraid or ashamed,' 
 said she, solemnly. ' Let me know all that is 
 in your heart — the heart that I am losing.' 
 
 "- No, no,' said Finder, ' not if you think it 
 worth keeping. Well, Sarah, what I am driven 
 to ask you is : what can any man do to earn a 
 woman more than I have done ? I have loved 
 you honestly these ten years. I was true to 
 you Avhen you didn't belong to me. I tried to 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 227 
 
 serve your husband for your sake — a chap I 
 always dishked and despised. You found him 
 out at last, and parted with him. Then I hid 
 my mind no longer.' 
 
 ' It never was hidden from me.' 
 
 ' Since you came back alone I have courted 
 you openly. You don't forbid me. You 
 almost seem to return my love.' 
 
 ' Almost seem ! I love you Avith all my 
 ~heart and soul. I never loved as I love you, 
 for I never esteemed.' 
 
 ' Ah ! If I could only believe that ! ' 
 
 ' You may believe it. I never told a lie. 
 My heart turned to you when I saw you in my 
 dream, and thought of your long fidelity and 
 no reward. My poor Joseph, my heart turned 
 more and more to you as the ship sailed home- 
 ward, and you were the one that made coming 
 home seem sweetest to me. Where are your 
 eyes ? Since I came home have I ever regretted 
 the creature I used to pine for ? ' (She put 
 her white hands to her face, and blushed.) 
 ' Women don't make love as men do, but they 
 
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228 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 show it in more ways than men do, to those 
 who will but see it.' 
 
 'Then show me a little love — real love. 
 Make me your husband ! ' 
 
 ' How can I ? ' 
 
 'Easy enough. Divorce that villain, and 
 marry me. It is a plain case of desertion and 
 infidelity. You can get a divorce for the 
 asking.' 
 
 'What! Go to law?' 
 
 ' Why not ? It's done every day by your 
 betters.' 
 
 She coloured faintly, and said with gentle 
 dignity, ' My superiors, you mean. They do 
 a many things I can't, besides painting and 
 powdering of their faces. Me go to a court of 
 law to part those that were joined till death in 
 a church? That I could never do.' 
 
 Pinder got angry. He belonged to a de- 
 bating club, and he let her have it accordingly. 
 ' That is all superstition. The priests used to 
 tell ignorant folks that marriage was a sacra- 
 ment, and only the Pope of Rome could annul 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 229 
 
 it. But we are not slaves of superstition and 
 priestcraft nowadays. Marriage is not a sacra- 
 ment ; it is a contract, no more, no less. Your 
 husband has broken it contrary to law, and you 
 have only got to dissolve it according to law. 
 Wouldn't I divorce a faithless wife for you ? 
 And you would do as much for me, if you 
 loved me as I love you.' 
 
 ' I love you better,' said she ; ' by the same 
 token, I couldn't quarrel with you as you do 
 with me. Oh ! pray, pray don't ask me to go 
 into a public court, and say I only come to be 
 freed from a wicked husband, and then have 
 to own another man is waiting to take me. 
 Ah ! if you respected me as I do you, you 
 couldn't — ' 
 
 'I have respected you these ten years, and 
 I've shown it. Now it is time to respect myself. 
 I'm the laughing-stock of my friends for my 
 calf-love.' 
 
 ' Ah ! ' cried she in dismay, ' if they have 
 been and wounded your vanity, it is all over. 
 A man's love cannot stand against his vanity. 
 
230 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 But oh ! if they knew how you are loved and 
 respected, they would be ashamed to play upon 
 you so. Dear Joseph, be patient, as I am. 
 Believe that I love you better than you or any 
 man born can ever love me. You are so agitated 
 and so angry, you frighten me, dear. Do but 
 think calmly one moment : what is the best 
 thing in holy wedlock, after all ? Is it not the 
 respect, and the tender affection, and the sweet 
 company ? What husband is more cherished 
 than you, or better loved ? My sister loves 
 you ; my child loves you ; I love you dearly. 
 If you could but see us when you are away, 
 how dead-alive the place is, and we all sit mura- 
 chance ;■ but the moment you come we are 
 all gay and talkative. You are our master, our 
 delight, our very sunshine, and is tliat nothing ? ' 
 Joseph Finder drank the honey with glisten- 
 ing eyes, but he could not quite digest it. He 
 said these were sweet words, and there was a 
 time when they would have charmed his ears, 
 and blinded him to the hard truth. But he 
 was older now, and had learned that woman's 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 231 
 
 words are air. It is only by her actions you 
 can ever know her heart. 
 
 ' James Mansell,' he said, ' is a man of my 
 age. 'Tisn't hkely we shall both outlive him. 
 So when you say you will not divorce him, that 
 is as much as to say you will never be my wife 
 till he is so obliging as to die. What is that 
 but treating me like a calf? I won't die a 
 bachelor to please James Mansell, nor any 
 woman that clings to him for life. I will leave 
 this, kill or cure.' 
 
 Sarah objected firmly to that : ' No, Joseph, 
 if we are to part, it is for me to go and you to 
 stay. This pretty house and garden I have 
 enjoyed so, 'tis the fruit of your industry, and 
 your skill, and your affection, that I cannot 
 recompense as you require, and so you will 
 call me ungrateful some day, and break my 
 heart altogether. My dear, you must oblige 
 me in this one thing, you must hve here, and 
 send me back to my little shop, and let me see 
 you get rich, and make some woman happy 
 that will love you better than I do. You 
 
232 SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 
 
 loved me most when I stood at that httle 
 counter in Green Street, and didn't even jDre- 
 tend to be a lady.' She began steadily enough, 
 but, with all h.er resolution, her voice failed, 
 and she ended in tears. 
 
 ' No, Sarah, you are not going to get it all 
 your own way. Lucy loves me, and would be 
 my daughter to-morrow. I won't hurt her ; 
 and I could not let you go back to Green 
 Street. I'll take nothing with me but my 
 carpet-bag, and my pride, and the heart you 
 have worn out.' 
 
 Then Sarah began to cry in earnest : 
 
 ' Oh, Joseph,' said she, in accents to melt a 
 stone, ' is it not sorrow, enough to part ? Can 
 you part in anger ? I wouldn't be angry with 
 you if you were to kill me.' 
 
 ' Part in anger ? ' said he. ' Heaven forbid ! 
 Forgive me, my darling, if I have spoken a 
 harsh word ; and give me your hand at part- 
 ing.' He put out his hand, she seized it, and 
 kissed it passionately. He kissed hers as 
 tenderly, and their tears fell fast upon each 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 233 
 
 other's hands. But he was a man, and had 
 said he would go. So he actually did tear 
 himself away, and catch up his bag, and 
 through the wicket-gate ; and such was his 
 manly resolution and his wounded pride that 
 he went thirty — or at least twenty-five — -yards 
 before he wished himself back upon any terms 
 whatever. Till now he never knew how much 
 she loved him. 
 
 As for Sarah, she did not attempt to deceive 
 herself or any one else. She laid her brow on 
 the little table, and sobbed piteously. Deborah 
 came running to her, and took off her bonnet 
 the first thing, for why should she spoil that as 
 well as break her heart ? But while saving the 
 sacred bonnet, she was trying to comfort the 
 heart. 
 
 ' How could he leave you? How could 
 you let him ? It will kill you.' 
 
 ' Perhaps not. I trust in Heaven.' 
 
 ' Don't cry like that, dear,' sobbed Deborah, 
 ' He will come back in a month or two, and 
 then you will give in to him.' 
 
234 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFACE. 
 
 ' JSTo. I can only cry foi' him, and trust in 
 my Kedeemer, as I did when that creature 
 played me false. I didn't trust in vain. Bring 
 me my child.' 
 
 Deborah put Lucy on her lap, and Sarah 
 fondled her and cried over her. Presently 
 what should Deborah see but Joseph Pinder at 
 the wicket-gate with his bag. She ran to him 
 all in a hurry and whispered, ' Not yet, ye 
 foolish — you mustn't come back for a week ; 
 then she will be like wax.' 
 
 ' I'm not coming back at all,' said Pinder, 
 loud and aggressively. ' It is only out of civility. 
 Lady and gentleman from America looking 
 everywhere for her.' Then he held the gate 
 open, and beckoned to a lady and gentleman. 
 They appeared, and at his invitation passed 
 through the wicket. 
 
 Now Sarah had ears like a hare. She heard 
 every word, and her smile of celestial love and 
 just a little earthly triumph at Pinder's voice 
 and self-deception was delicious ; only, as she 
 had been crying, she could not face these 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 235 
 
 visitors all in a moment, but dried her eyes and 
 tried to compose her features. Just then 
 Finder pointed her out in silence, and Solomon 
 Grace walked gravely down the garden, and 
 drew up stiffly at her right hand. Mrs. Grace 
 also moved toward Sarah, but hung back a 
 little. There was an air of solemnity about 
 them both. Finder, instead of retiring again, 
 crept down a little way with his bag, and a 
 swift exchange of words passed between him 
 and Deborah. 
 
 ' You came out of civility : what are you 
 staying for ? ' 
 
 ' Curiosity,' snarled Finder. 
 
 As soon as Mrs. Mansell saw Solomon Grace 
 she said, eagerly, ' Oh, my good friend, you 
 here ? Welcome ! ' She put out both hands 
 to him. 
 
 He took them, and said, gravely, ' We bring 
 you serious news.' 
 
 At the sound ' we,' Sarah turned, and there 
 was Mrs. Grace. She welcomed her just as she 
 had done her husband. Lucy made a school 
 
236 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 curtsey to both of them. There was a hesita- 
 tion. Grace and his wife looked at each other. 
 
 ' Yes, you can tell her,' said Elizabeth. 
 
 Sarah Mansell eyed them keenly. 'Yes, 
 you can tell me : whoever is false to me is 
 dead to me from that moment.' She half 
 divined the truth. Some women can read 
 faces, manner, incidents, all in a moment, aad 
 put them together. This was one. 
 
 ' Yes,' said Elizabeth, ' I am glad you are 
 prepared for it. James Mansell is no more.' 
 
 Then Grace handed her the certificate of 
 Mansell's death. 
 
 Mrs. Grace resumed : ' He died in the hos- 
 pital, and he died penitent, begging forgiveness 
 of those he had injured. Mrs. Mansell, I stood 
 by his bedside and pardoned him.' 
 
 ' And so do I,' said Sarah. ' I forgive him 
 with all my heart, as I hope to be one day 
 forgiven ;' and she raised her pious eyes to 
 heaven. 
 
 Whilst this was going on, Deborah came 
 behind Finder, who was listening gravely to 
 
SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 237 
 
 every word, and quietly took the bag away out 
 of his hand, and then his hat ; both of these 
 she handed to the servant-girl, and bade her 
 hide them. Susan took the hint in a moment. 
 Thus disarmed, Joseph sat meekly down in a 
 chair at some distance, and Lucy immediately 
 seated herself on his knee, with an arm round 
 his neck. Sarah parted for the present with 
 her American friends, but took their address, 
 and in due course entertained them hospitably. 
 
 But this was a solemn day, and though she 
 scorned to feign a single particle of regret, yet 
 she felt it was not a day for conviviality. When 
 she had bidden the Graces ' good-bye ' at the 
 wicket-gate, she walked slowly toward the 
 house. Then, looking askant, her eye fell on 
 Pinder, with Lucy on his knee. She stopped 
 and looked at them. Just then the servant 
 came out into the porch and announced dinner. 
 Sarah smiled sweetly on the pair, and said, 
 ' Come, my dears.' 
 
 They both came ; Joseph very humbly. 
 But Sarah never uttered one syllable of 
 
238 SINGLEHEART and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 comment on his temporary revolt. He, on his' 
 part, tried his best to make her forget their 
 one quarrel. But that was quite unnecessary, 
 and she let him see it. She never thought him 
 in the wrong, but only thought herself in the 
 right, and she never showed him even the 
 shadow of resentment or exultation. She was 
 ' Singleheart,' and she loved him. 
 
 When, after waiting a decent time, he thrcAv 
 out a timid hint that he hoped he might call 
 her his own before so very long, she opened 
 her eyes, and said, ' Whenever you please, dear. 
 I'm only loaiting your pleasure.' He was 
 amazed. But that did not prevent his catching 
 her to him with rapture. 
 
 In the ardent colloquy that followed this 
 embrace he said he had been fearing she would 
 demand a year's delay. 
 
 ' Fot I,' said she ; ' nor yet a month's. To 
 be sure, I have my own old-fashioned notions 
 of decency ; but when it comes to ceremony, I 
 would not set up such straws against you, not 
 for one moment. What is etiquette to me? 
 
SINGLEHEART and DOUBLEFACE. 239 
 
 I am not a lady.' [I am not so sure of that 
 as she was. J 
 
 So they were married off-hand, and she soon 
 showed Joe Finder whether she loved him or 
 not. All he had ever dreamed of love never 
 came near hers. His happiness is perfect ; 
 and ten times the sweeter that he waited for it, 
 pined for it, lost it entirely, earned it again, 
 gained it by halves, then enjoyed it to the full. 
 
 To the world they are just thriving traders, 
 very diligent and square in business, but 
 benevolent ; yet their private history is more 
 romantic than the lives of nineteen poets in 
 twenty. 
 
 Deborah is courting diligently. One Sun- 
 day afternoon Lucy, nodding over a good 
 book, yet fitfully observant, saw her wooed by 
 three eligible parties in turn over the palings. 
 Then Lucy asked her which she was going to 
 marry. 
 
 ' How can I tell ? ' said she. 
 
 ' Are they all three so very nice .? ' inquired 
 Lucy, slily. 
 
240 SINGLEHEAR T and DO UBLEFA CE. 
 
 ' They are all three nicer than none at all,' 
 was Deborah's reply. 
 
 Lucy's Last. 
 
 ' Aunt Deb, I don't think you will ever be 
 married.' 
 
 ' That's good news for me. And why 
 not?' 
 
 ' Because marriages are made in heaven.' 
 Now it is not for me to predict the future ; 
 but from my observations of the Lucy Mansells 
 I have known, I should expect to find that 
 young lady at seventeen excessively modest 
 and retiring, but as stupid as an owl. 
 
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