"I will do that, Mrs. Weston. Probably he can come home before to-morrow noon."
"God bless you, Captain Sedley. You have always been very good to me in my troubles."
"Ben," said Captain Sedley, going to the window, and calling the old sailor who was at work in the garden, "Ben, put the bay horse into the chaise."
"This is a world of trouble, Captain Sedley," said the widow, with a deep sigh.
"But from trouble and affliction come forth our purest aspirations. God is good to us, even when he sends us trials and sorrows."
"I will not complain; I have much to be thankful for."
In a few moments the horse and chaise were ready.
"I am going over to see Farmer Whipple, Mrs. Weston, and then I shall ride down to Rippleton. Keep your spirits up, and be assured everything shall be done to comfort your son, and to prove his innocence. I shall engage Squire Benson to defend him."
"Heaven bless you, Captain Sedley," said the poor widow, wiping away her tears, as her benevolent friend got into his chaise.
Farmer Whipple was fortunately at home when he arrived at his house, and Captain Sedley immediately opened his business.