So　she　began　to　thank　him；　rather　coldly　and　stiffly。
  〃He　says　ye　are　a　lord；〃　said　she；　〃I　dinna　ken；　an'　I　dinna　care；　but
  ye're　a　gentleman；　I　daur　say；　and　a　kind　heart　ye　hae。〃
  Then　she　began　to　warm。
  〃And　ye'll　never　be　a　grain　the　poorer　for　the　siller　ye　hae　gien　me；　for
  he　that　giveth　to　the　poor　lendeth　to　the　Lord。〃
  Then　she　began　to　glow。
  〃But　it's　no　your　siller；　dinna　think　itna；　lad；　na！　Oh；　fine！　I　ken
  there's　mony　a　supper　for　the　bairns　and　me　in　yon　bits　metal；　but　I
  canna　feel　your　siller　as　I　feel　your　winsome　smilethe　drop　in　your
  young　eenan'　the　sweet　words　ye　gied　me；　in　the　sweet　music　o'　your
  Soothern　tongue；　Gude　bless　ye！〃　（Where　was　her　ice　by　this　time？）　〃Gude
  bless　ye！　and　I　bless　ye！〃
  And　she　did　bless　him；　and　what　a　blessing　it　was；　not　a　melodious
  generality；　like　a　stage　parent's；　or　papa's　in　a　damsel's　novel。　It　was
  like　the　son　of　Barak　on　Zophim。
  She　blessed　him；　as　one　who　had　the　power　and　the　right　to　bless　or
  curse。
  She　stood　on　the　high　ground　of　her　low　estate；　and　her　afflictionsand
  demanded　of　their　Creator　to　bless　the　fellow…creature　that　had　come　to
  her　aid　and　consolation。
  This　woman　had　suffered　to　the　limits　of　endurance；　yesterday　she　had
  said；　〃Surely　the　Almighty　does　na　_see_　me　a'　these　years！〃
  So　now　she　blessed　him；　and　her　heart's　blood　seemed　to　gush　into　words。
  She　blessed　him　by　land　and　water。
  She　knew　most　mortal　griefs；　for　she　had　felt　them。
  She　warned　them　away　from　him　one　by　one。
  She　knew　the　joys　of　life；　for　she　had　felt　their　want。
  She　summoned　them　one　by　one　to　his　side。
  〃And　a　fair　wind　to　your　ship；〃　cried　she；　〃and　the　storms　aye　ten　miles
  to　leeward　o'　her。〃
  Many　happy　days；　〃an'　weel　spent；〃　she　wished　him。
  〃His　love　should　love　him　dearly；　or　a　better　take　her　place。〃
  〃Health　to　his　side　by　day；　sleep　to　his　pillow　by　night。〃
  A　thousand　good　wishes　came；　like　a　torrent　of　fire；　from　her　lips；　with
  a　power　that　eclipsed　his　dreams　of　human　eloquence；　and　then；　changing
  in　a　moment　from　the　thunder　of　a　Pythoness　to　the　tender　music　of　some
  poetess　mother；　she　ended：
  〃An'　oh；　my　boenny；　boenny　lad；　may　ye　be　wi'　the　rich　upon　the　airth　a'
  your　daysAND　WI'　THE　PUIR　IN　THE　WARLD　TO　COME！〃
  His　lordship's　tongue　refused　him　the　thin　phrases　of　society。
  〃Farewell　for　the　present；〃　said　he；　and　he　went　quietly　away。
  He　paced　thoughtfully　home。
  He　had　drunk　a　fact　with　every　sentence；　and　an　idea　with　every　fact。
  For　the　knowledge　we　have　never　realized　is　not　knowledge　to　usonly
  knowledge's　shadow。
  With　the　banished　duke；　he　now　began　to　feel；　〃we　are　not　alone　unhappy。〃
  This　universal　world　contains　other　guess　sorrows　than　yours；
  viscount_scilicet_　than　unvarying　health；　unbroken　leisure；　and
  incalculable　income。
  Then　this　woman's　eloquence！　bless　me！　he　had　seen　folk　murmur　politely
  in　the　Upper　House；　and　drone　or　hammer　away　at　the　Speaker　down　below；
  with　more　heat　than　warmth。
  He　had　seen　nine　hundred　wild　beasts　fed　with　peppered　tongue；　in　a
  menagerie　called　_L'Assemble'　Nationale。_
  His　ears　had　rung　often　enough；　for　that　matter。　This　time　his　heart
  beat。
  He　had　been　in　the　principal　courts　of　Europe；　knew　what　a　handful　of
  gentlefolks　call　〃the　World〃；　had　experienced　the　honeyed　words　of
  courtiers；　the　misty　nothings　of　diplomatists；　and　the　innocent　prattle
  of　mighty　kings。
  But　hitherto　he　seemed　to　have　undergone　gibberish　and　jargon：
  Gibberish　and　jargonPolitical！
  Gibberish　and　jargonSocial！
  Gibberish　and　jargonTheological！
  Gibberish　and　jargonPositive！
  People　had　been　pratingJess　had　spoken。
  But；　it　is　to　be　observed；　he　was　under　the　double　effect　of　eloquence
  and　novelty；　and；　so　situated；　we　overrate　things；　you　know。
  That　night　he　made　a　provision　for　this　poor　woman；　in　case　he　should　die
  before　next　week。
  〃Who　knows？〃　said　he；　〃she　is　such　an　unlucky　woman。〃　Then　he　went　to
  bed；　and　whether　from　the　widow's　blessing；　or　the　air　of　the　place；　he
  slept　like　a　plowboy。
  Leaving　Richard；　Lord　Ipsden；　to　work　out　the　Aberford　problemto
  relieve　poor　people；　one　or　two　of　whom；　like　the　Rutherford；　were
  grateful；　the　rest　acted　it　to　the　lifeto　receive　now　and　then　a　visit
  from　Christina　Johnstone；　who　borrowed　every　mortal　book　in　his　house；
  who　sold　him　fish；　invariably　cheated　him　by　the　indelible　force　of
  habit；　and　then　remorsefully　undid　the　bargain；　with　a　peevish　entreaty
  that　〃he　would　not　be　so　green；　for　there　was　no　doing　business　with
  him〃to　be　fastened　upon　by　Flucker；　who；　with　admirable　smoothness　and
  cunning；　wormed　himself　into　a　cabin…boy　on　board　the　yacht；　and
  man…at…arms　ashore。
  To　cruise　in　search　of　adventures；　and　meet　nothing　but　disappointments；
  to　acquire　a　browner　tint；　a　lighter　step；　and　a　jacket；　our　story　moves
  for　a　while　toward　humbler　personages。
  CHAPTER　IV。
  JESS　RUTHERFORD；　widow　of　Alexander　Johnstonefor　Newhaven　wives；　like
  great　artists；　change　their　conditions　without　changing　their　nameswas
  known　in　the　town　only　as　a　dour　wife；　a　sour　old　carline。　Whose　fault？
  Do　wooden　faces　and　iron　tongues　tempt　sorrow　to　put　out　its　snails'
  horns？
  She　hardly　spoke　to　any　one；　or　any　one　to　her；　but　four　days　after　the
  visit　we　have　described　people　began　to　bend　looks　of　sympathy　on　her；　to
  step　out　of　their　way　to　give　her　a　kindly　good…morrow；　after　a　bit；　fish
  and　meal　used　to　be　placed　on　her　table　by　one　neighbor　or　another；　when
  she　was　out；　and　so　on。　She　was　at　first　behindhand　in　responding　to　all
  this；　but　by　degrees　she　thawed　to　those　who　were　thawing　to　her。　Next；
  Saunders　called　on　her；　and　showed　her　a　settlement；　made　for　her
  benefit；　on　certain　lands　in　Lanarkshire。　She　was　at　ease　for　life。
  The　Almighty　had　seen　her　all　these　years。
  But　how　came　her　neighbors　to　melt？
  Because　a　nobleman　had　visited　her。
  Not　exactly；　dear　novel…reader。
  This　was　it。
  That　same　night；　by　a　bright　fire　lighting　up　snowy　walls；　burnished
  copper；　gleaming　candlesticks；　and　a　dinner…table　floor；　sat　the　mistress
  of　the　house；　Christie　Johnstone；　and　her　brother；　Flucker。
  She　with　a　book；　he　with　his　reflections　opposite　her。
  〃Lassie；　hae　ye　ony　siller　past　ye？〃
  〃Ay；　lad；　an'　I　mean　to　keep　it！〃　The　baddish　boy　had　registered　a　vow　to
  the　contrary；　and　proceeded　to　bleed　his　flint　（for　to　do　Christie
  justice　the　process　was　not　very　dissimilar）。　Flucker　had　a　versatile
  genius　for　making　money；　he　had　made　it　in　forty　different　ways；　by　land
  and　sea；　tenpence　at　a　time。
  〃I　hae　gotten　the　life　o'　Jess　Rutherford　till　ye；〃　said　he。
  〃Giest　then。〃
  〃I'm　seeking　half　a　crown　for　't；〃　said　he。
  Now；　he　knew　he　should　never　get　half　a　crown；　but　he　also　knew　that　if
  he　asked　a　shilling；　he　should　be　beaten　down　to　fourpence。
  So　half　a　crown　was　his　first　bode。
  The　enemy；　with　anger　at　her　heart；　called　up　a　humorous　smile；　and
  saying；　〃An'　ye'll　get　saxpence；〃　went　about　some　household　matter；　in
  reality；　to　let　her　proposal　rankle　in　Flucker。
  Flucker　lighted　his　pipe　slowly；　as　one　who　would　not　do　a　sister　the
  injustice　to　notice　so　trivial　a　proposition。
  He　waited　fresh　overtures。
  They　did　not　come。
  Christie　resumed　her　book。
  Then　the　baddish　boy　fixed　his　eye　on　the　fire；　and　said　softly　and
  thoughtfully　to　the　fire；　〃Hech；　what　a　heap　o'　troubles　yon　woman　has
  come　through。〃
  This　stroke　of　art　was　not　lost。　Christie　looked　up　from　her　book；
  pretended　he　had　spoken　to　her；　gave　a　fictitious　yawn；　and　renewed　the
  negotiation　with　the　air　of　one　disposed　to　kill　time。
  She　was　dying　for　the　story。
  Commerce　was　twice　broken　off　and　renewed　by　each　power　in　turn。
  At　last　the　bargain　was　struck　at　fourteen…pence。
  Then　Flucker　came　out；　the　honest　merchant。
  He　had　listened　intently；　with　mercantile　views。
  He　had　the　widow's　sorrows　all　off　pat。
  He　was　not　a　bit　affected　himself；　but　by　pure　memory　he　remembered　where
  she　had　been　most　agitated　or　overcome。
  He　gave　it　Christie；　word　for　word；　and　even　threw　in　what　dramatists
  call　〃the　business；〃　thus：
  〃Here　ye　suld　greet〃
  〃Here　ye'll　play　your　hand　like　a　geraffe。〃
  〃Geraffe？　That's　a　beast；　I'm　thinking。〃
  〃Na；　it's　the　thing　on　the　hill　that　makes　signals。〃
  〃Telegraph；　ye　fulish　goloshen！〃
  〃Oo　ay；　telegraph！　Geraffe　's　sunest　said　for　a'。〃
  Thus　Jess　Rutherford's　life　came　into　Christie　Johnstone's　hands。
  She　told　it　to　a　knot　of　natives　next　day；　it　lost　nothing；　for　she　was　a
  woman　of　feeling；　and　by　intuition　an　artist　of　the　tongue。　She　was　the
  best　_raconteur_　in　a　place　where　there　are　a　hundred；　male　and　female；
  who　attempt　that　art。
  The　next　day　she　told　it　again；　and　then　inferior　narrators　got　hold　of
  it；　and　it　soon　circulated　through　the　town。
  And　this　was　the　cause　of　the　sudden　sympathy　with　Jess　Rutherford。
  As　our　prigs　would　say：
  〃Art　had　adopted　her　cause　and　adorned　her　tale。〃
  CHAPTER　V。
  THE　fishing　village　of　Newhaven　is　an　unique　place；　it　is　a　colony　that
  retains　distinct　features；　the　people　seldom　intermarry　with　their　Scotch
  neighbors。
  Some　say　the　colony　is　Dutch；　some　Danish；　some　Flemish。　The　character
  and　cleanline