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t a domineering woman was like a kicking cow； but this doesn't apply to you； of course。〃
〃Shall I call Jim now； mother？〃
〃You might as well； dear。 Place a chair for him； a good stout one； and be sure to make him wipe his feet before he comes in。 Does he appear to be clean？〃
〃Oh； perfectly。〃
〃I remember his father always wasunusually so for a common labourer。 Those people sometimes smell of cattle； you know； and besides； my nose has grown extremely sensitive in the years since I lost my eyesight。 Perhaps it would be as well to hand me the bottle of camphor。 I can pretend I have a headache。〃
〃There's no need； really； he isn't a labourer at all； you know； and he looks quite a gentleman。 He is； I believe； considered a very handsome young man。〃
Mrs。 Blake waved toward the door and the piece of purple glass flashed in the sunlight。 〃In that case； I might offer him some sensible advice；〃 she said。 〃The Weatherbys； I remember； always showed a very proper respect for gentle people。 I distinctly recall how well Jacob behaved when on one occasion Micajah Blaira dreadful； dissolute character； though of a very old family and an intimate friend of your father'stook decidedly too much egg…nog one Christmas when he was visiting us； and insisted upon biting Jacob's cheek because it looked so like a winesap。 Jacob had come to see your father on business； and I will say that he displayed a great deal of good sense and dignity； he said afterward that he didn't mind the bite on his cheek at all； but that it pained him terribly to see a Virginia gentleman who couldn't balance a bowl of egg…nog。 Well； well； Micajah was certainly a rake； I fear； and for that matter； so was his father before him。〃
〃Father had queer friends；〃 observed Cynthia sadly。 〃I remember his telling me when I was a little girl that he preferred that family to any in the county。〃
〃Oh； the family was all right； my dear。 I never heard a breath against the women。 Now you may fetch Jacob。 Is that his name？〃
〃No； Jim。〃
〃Dear me； that's very odd。 He certainly should have been called after his father。 I wonder how they could have been so thoughtless。〃
Cynthia drew forward an armchair； stooped and carefully arranged the ottoman； and then went with stern determination to look for Jim Weatherby。
He was sitting in the stable doorway； fitting a shoe on the old mare； while Lila leaned against an overturned barrel in the sunshine outside。 At Cynthia's sudden appearance they both started and looked up in amazement； the words dying slowly on their lips。
〃Why； whatever is the matter； Cynthia？〃 cried Lila； as if in terror。
Cynthia came forward until she stood directly at the mare's head； where she delivered her message with a gasp：
〃Mother insists upon talking to Jim。 There's no help for it； he must come。〃
Weatherby dropped the mare's hoof and raised a breathless question to Cynthia's face； while Lila asked quickly：
〃Does she know？〃
〃Know what？〃 demanded Cynthia； turning grimly upon her。 〃Of course she knows that Jim is his father's son。〃
The young man rose and laid the hammer down on the overturned barrel； then he led the mare back to her stall； and coming out again； washed his hands in a tub of water by the door。
〃Well； I'm ready；〃 he observed quietly。 〃Shall I go in alone？〃
〃Oh； we don't ask that of you；〃 said Lila； laughing。 〃Come； I'll take you。〃 She slipped her hand under his arm and they went gaily toward the house； leaving Cynthia to pick up the horseshoe nails lying loose upon the ground。
Hearing the young man's step on the threshold； Mrs。 Blake turned her head with a smile of pleasant condescension and stretched out her delicate yellowed hand。
〃This is Jim Weatherby； mother；〃 said Lila in her softest voice。 〃Cynthia says you want to talk to him。〃
〃I know； my child； I know；〃 returned Mrs。 Blake； with an animated gesture。 〃Come in； Jim； and don't trouble to stand。 Find him a chair； Lila。 I knew your father long before you were born；〃 she added； turning to the young man； 〃and I knew only good of him。 I suppose he has often told you of the years he worked for us？〃
Jim held her hand for an instant in his own； and then； bending over； raised it to his lips。
〃My father never tires of telling us about the old times； and about Mr。 Blake and yourself；〃 he answered in his precise English； and with the simple dignity which he never lost。 Lila； watching him； prayed silently that a miracle might open the old lady's eyes and allow her to see the kind； manly look upon his face。
Mrs。 Blake nodded pleasantly； with evident desire to put him wholly at his ease。
〃Well； his son is becoming quite courtly；〃 she responded； smiling； 〃and I know Jacob is proud of youor he ought to be； which amounts to the same thing。 There's nothing I like better than to see a good； hard…working family prosper in life and raise its station。 Not that I mean to put ideas into your head； of course； for it is a ridiculous sight to see a person dissatisfied with the position in which the good Lord has placed him。 That was what I always liked about your mother； and I remember very well her refusing to wear some of my old finery when she was married； on the ground that she was a plain； honest woman； and wanted to continue so when she was a wife。 I hope； by the way； that she is well。〃
〃Oh； quite。 She does not walk much； though； her joints have been troubling her。〃
To Lila's surprise； he was not the least embarrassed by the personal tone of the conversation； and his sparkling blue eyes held their usual expression of blithe good…humour。
〃Indeed！〃 Mrs。 Blake pricked at the subject in her sprightly way。 〃Well； you must persuade her to use a liniment of Jamestown weed steeped in whisky。 There is positively nothing like it for rheumatism。 Lila； do we still make it for the servants？ If so； you might send Sarah Weatherby a bottle。〃
〃I'll see about it； mother。 Aren't you tired？ Shall I take Jim away？〃
〃Not just yet； child。 I am interested in seeing what a promising young man he has become。 How old are you； Jim？〃
〃Twenty…nine next February。 There are two of us； you knowI've a sister Molly。 She married Frank Granger and moved ten miles away。〃
〃Ah； that brings me to the very point I was driving at。 Above all things； let me caution you most earnestly against the reckless marriages so common in your station of life。 For heaven's sake； don't marry a woman because she has a pretty face and you cherish an impracticable sentiment for her。 If you take my advice； you will found your marriage upon mutual respect and industry。 Select a wife who is not afraid of work； and who expects no folderol of romance。 Love…making； I've always maintained； should be the pastime of the leisure class exclusively。〃
〃I'm not afraid of work myself；〃 replied Jim； laughing as he looked boldly into the old lady's sightless eyes； 〃but I'd never stand it for my wifenot aa lick of it！〃
〃Tut； tut！ Your mother does it。〃
Jim nodded。 〃But I'm not my father；〃 he mildly suggested。
〃Well； you're a fine； headstrong young fool； and I like you all the better for it；〃 declared Mrs。 Blake。 〃You may go now； because I feel as if I needed a doze； but be sure to come in and see me the next