Fordham's own health had been coupled with his mother's, and
committed to a gentleman who knew it was to be treated briefly; but
this did not satisfy the farmers, and the chief tenant rose, saying
he knew it was out of course to second a toast, but he must take the
opportunity on this occasion. And there followed some of that
genuine native heartfelt eloquence that goes so deep, as the praise
of the young landlord was spoken, the strong attachment to him found
expression, and there were most earnest wishes for his long life, and
happiness like his brother's.
Poor Fordham, it was very trying for him, and he could only command
himself with difficulty and speak briefly. He thanked his friends
with all his heart for their kindness and good wishes. Whatever
might be the will of God concerning himself, they had given him one
of the most precious recollections of his life, and he trusted that
when sooner or later he should leave them, they would convey the same
warm and friendly feelings to his successor.
There were so many tears by that time, and Mrs. Evelyn felt so much
shaken, that she made the signal for breaking up. No one was more
relieved than Barbara. She must go to her room to compose herself
before she could bear a word from any one, and as soon as she could
gain the back stair, she gathered up her heavy white silk and dashed
up, rushing along the gallery so blinded by tears under her veil that
she would have had a collision if a hand had not been put out as some
one drew aside to let her fly past if she wished; but as the
mechanical "beg pardon" was exchanged, she knew Fordham's voice and
paused.
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