Doctor; and he went about it in a very halting manner.
"Your Aunt Eliza has observed, Reuben, that you have lately become more pointed in your attentions to Adaly."
"I dare say, father; worries her, doesn't it?"
"We do not know how far these attentions may be serious, Reuben."
"Nor I, father."
The Doctor was shocked at this new evidence of his son's indifference to any fixed rule of conduct.
"How long is it, father," continued Reuben, "since Aunt Eliza has commenced her plottings against Adèle?"
"Not plottings against her, I trust, Reuben."
"Yes, she has, father. She's badgering her in her quiet way incessantly,—as far back as when she caught sight of her in that dance at the Elderkins'. For my part, I think it was a charming thing to see."
"We have graver reasons for our anxiety in regard to your relations with her, my son; and not the least of them is Mr. Maverick's entire disapproval of any such attachment."
And thereupon the Doctor had proceeded to lay before Reuben (who now showed a most lively interest) a full revelation of the facts announced in Maverick's letter.
The son had a strong smack of the father's family pride, and the strange news was bewildering to him; but in his present stage of distrust, he felt a strong disposition to protest against all the respectable conventionalities that hedged him in. A generous instinct in him, too, as he thought of the poor girl under the ban of the townsfolk, craved some chivalric expression; and whatever sentiment he may really have entertained for her in past days took new force in view of the sudden barriers that rose between him and the tender, graceful, confiding, charming Adèle, whose image had so long and (as he now thought) so constantly dwelt in the dreamy mirage of his future. Under the spur of these feelings, he presently gave over his excited walk up and down the study, and, coming close to the Doctor, whispered, with a grave earnestness that made the old gentleman recognize a man in his boy,—
"Father, I have doubted my own feelings about Adèle: now I do not. I love her; I love her madly. I shall protect her; if she will marry me," (and he touched the Doctor on the shoulder with a quick, nervous tap of his hand,) "I shall marry her,—God bless her!"
And Reuben, by the very speech, as well as by the thoughts that had gone before, had worked himself into a passion of devotion.
"Be careful, my son," said the old gentleman; "remember how your enthusiasm has betrayed you in a still more serious matter."
Reuben smiled bitterly.
"Don't reproach me with that, father. It seems to me that I am acting now more on the side of the Christian charities than either you or Aunt Eliza."
And with this he strode out, leaving the Doctor in an agony of apprehension.
A moment after, Miss Eliza, who was ever on the alert, and without whose knowledge a swallow could not dart into the chimneys of the parsonage, came rustling into the study.
"Well, Benjamin, what does Reuben say?"
"Given over to his idols, Eliza,—given over to his idols. We can only pray God to have him in His holy keeping."
It would be impossible to fathom all the emotions of Reuben during that interview with his father. It would be wrong to say that the view of future marriage had not often held up its brilliant illusions before him; it would be wrong to say that they had never been associated with the charming vivacity of Adèle, as well as, at other times, with the sweet graces of Rose Elderkin. But these illusions had been of a character so transitory, so fleeting, that he had come to love their brilliant changes, and to look forward with some dread to the possible permanence of them, or such fixedness as should take away the charming drift of his vagaries. If, in
