The lady _did_ look at him; and _did_ observe all the peculiarities to which he called her attention; and _did_ listen to his loud ringing laugh; and then, not knowing what to make of him, drew away.
'Aha! widow, you're frightened at finding yourself alone with such a gay fellow!' said he, laughing still more merrily. 'Well, well, don't be alarmed, for I'm not in the least dangerous; and to tell the truth, I am so overjoyed to-day that I may be indulged in a little foolery. But I'll keep you no longer in suspense. You recollect little Annie, the little child who fled to my house for protection?'
'And you remember too, how often I told you that that poor starved, cast-off little thing looked to me like one born for a better destiny, and like one who had seen brighter times; and how often you ridiculed me, when I spoke of the faint recollections which still flitted through her mind of sunnier hours; and how you said that they were merely dreams, and that I was almost as great a child as she was, to attach any weight to them; though you admitted--I'll give you credit for that--you _did_ admit that she was a beautiful, good little thing, and worthy to belong to the best in the land. And when I said that Providence never would have sent such a frail being as that into the world as a beggar's brat, you told me, on the contrary, that HE _might_ have cast the lot of that child, frail, feeble, sickly as she was, amid the very outcasts of the earth for wise purposes, which we never could fathom; and that I had no right to reason in that way on the subject, or to comment on HIS doings. And there, widow,' added he solemnly, 'you were right, and I was very wrong. But I was correct in my surmises as to the child. She _was_ born for a brighter destiny, even than my humble roof; although,' added he, his voice somewhat choked, 'she'll never be where they'll love her more. But it's all right, and she must go; for her parents are discovered. They _are_ of the best in the land; she is _not_ a beggar's brat. Her brother too, is found; a miserably, thin hollow-eyed fellow; but we'll put flesh on him. This is not all,' added he, 'every body seems in luck to-day. Old Jacob Rhoneland has escaped scathless out of Rust's clutches. Rust himself is on his way to the devil post-haste, and there is nothing left to be done but to heal the breach between Jacob and Ned. This matter settled, I hope to see Kate's cheeks once more plump and round and rosy. I hope not only to _see_ them, but to _kiss_ them too. I'm not too old to fancy such things, I can tell you; and now, widow, hadn't I a right to be a little boisterous? Ah! I see that you think me excusable; but bring me a pipe, and I'll give you all the particulars over that. I'm a little thirsty, too; for I've already told a long story, and have yet a longer one to tell.'