who always see a black spot in their sunshine. It's their own shadow."
"If I thought Aske was unkind to her, I would—"
"Fret not thysen to do evil in anywise; thou art old enough to know that there is no foolery like filing out. Come, come, I thought they looked a varry comfortable-like couple. Shadows grow bright if folks hev patience."
And for some weeks it seemed as if Ben's prediction were correct. The éclat and splendor of her London life satisfied Eleanor's ambition. She was presented by Lady Fairley, and she made a great sensation in society. Mrs. Anthony Aske's beauty, her dress, her receptions, and her fine manners, filled quite a space in the Court Journal. Jonathan was not indifferent to his daughter's social triumph. He bought a dozen copies of the paper and intended sending them to all his friends, but, in some way or other, Ben Holden discovered his intention.
"Don't thou do it, Jonathan," he said. "I'm shamed to see an old man like thee going about wi' a paper like that in his pocket. Kissing t' Queen's hand is a grand thing, no doubt, but it's a far grander thing to hev built this mill, and
