“What, without her consent?”
“Oh, she will consent. Order her to marry you: she will never disobey the Lord of the Manor.”
“That is what I fear: and it is base to take advantage of her in that way.”
“You are right, sir,” said Henry, and ran off directly.
He found Jael, and said, “Jael, dear, couldn't you like Uncle Raby? he loves you dearly.”
He then appealed to her heart, and spoke of his uncle's nobleness in fearing to obtain an unfair advantage over her.
To his surprise, Jael blushed deeply, and her face softened angelically, and presently a tear ran down it.
“Hallo!” said Henry. “That is the game, is it? You stay here.”
He ran back to Mr. Raby, and said: “I've made a discovery. She loves you, sir. I'll take my oath of it. You go and ask her.”
“I will,” said Raby; and he went to Jael, like a man, and said, “Jael, he has found me out; I love you dearly. I'm old, but I'm not cold. Do you think you could be happy as my wife, with all the young fellows admiring you?”