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only clue to finding him; and that he had called on Mrs。 Macallister

twice every week for two years; but had heard nothing of him。  De

Fleuri listened with what rose to great interest before the story

was finished。  And one of its ends at least was gained: the weaver

was at home with him。  The poor fellow felt that such close relation

to an outcast; did indeed bring Falconer nearer to his own level。



'Do you want it kept a secret; sir?' he asked。



'I don't want it made a matter of gossip。  But I do not mind how

many respectable people like yourself know of it。'



He said this with a vague hope of assistance。



Before they parted; the unaccustomed tears had visited the eyes of

De Fleuri; and he had consented not only to repair Mrs。 Chisholm's

garret…floor; but to take in hand the expenditure of a certain sum

weekly; as he should judge expedient; for the people who lived in

that and the neighbouring housesin no case; however; except of

sickness; or actual want of bread from want of work。  Thus did

Falconer appoint a sorrow…made infidel to be the almoner of his

christian charity; knowing well that the nature of the Son of Man

was in him; and that to get him to do as the Son of Man did; in ever

so small a degree; was the readiest means of bringing his higher

nature to the birth。  Nor did he ever repent the choice he had made。



When he waited upon Miss St。 John the next day; he found her in the

ordinary dress of a lady。  She received him with perfect confidence

and kindness; but there was no reference made to the past。  She told

him that she had belonged to a sisterhood; but had left it a few

days before; believing she could do better without its restrictions。



'It was an act of cowardice;' she said;'wearing the dress

yesterday。  I had got used to it; and did not feel safe without it;

but I shall not wear it any more。'



'I think you are right;' said Falconer。 'The nearer any friendly act

is associated with the individual heart; without intervention of

class or creed; the more the humanity; which is the divinity of it;

will appear。'



He then told her about Nancy。



'I will keep her about myself for a while;' said Miss St。 John;

'till I see what can be done with her。  I know a good many people

who without being prepared; or perhaps able to take any trouble; are

yet ready to do a kindness when it is put in their way。'



'I feel more and more that I ought to make some friends;' said

Falconer; 'for I find my means of help reach but a little way。  What

had I better do?  I suppose I could get some introductions。I

hardly know how。'



'That will easily be managed。  I will take that in hand。  If you

will accept invitations; you will soon know a good many peopleof

all sorts;' she added with a smile。



About this time Falconer; having often felt the pressure of his

ignorance of legal affairs; and reflected whether it would not add

to his efficiency to rescue himself from it; began such a course of

study as would fit him for the profession of the law。  Gifted with

splendid health; and if with a slow strength of grasping; yet with a

great power of holding; he set himself to work; and regularly read

for the bar。









CHAPTER VIII。



MY OWN ACQUAINTANCE。



It was after this that my own acquaintance with Falconer commenced。

I had just come out of one of the theatres in the neighbourhood of

the Strand; unable to endure any longer the dreary combination of

false magnanimity and real meanness; imported from Paris in the

shape of a melodrama; for the delectation of the London public。  I

had turned northwards; and was walking up one of the streets near

Covent Garden; when my attention was attracted to a woman who came

out of a gin…shop; carrying a baby。  She went to the kennel; and

bent her head over; ill with the poisonous stuff she had been

drinking。  And while the woman stood in this degrading posture; the

poor; white; wasted baby was looking over her shoulder with the

smile of a seraph; perfectly unconscious of the hell around her。



'Children will see things as God sees them;' murmured a voice beside

me。



I turned and saw a tall man with whose form I had already become a

little familiar; although I knew nothing of him; standing almost at

my elbow; with his eyes fixed on the woman and the child; and a

strange smile of tenderness about his mouth; as if he were blessing

the little creature in his heart。



He too saw the wonder of the show; typical of so much in the world;

indeed of the world itselfthe seemingly vile upholding and

ministering to the life of the pure; the gracious; the fearless。

Aware from his tone more than from his pronunciation that he was a

fellow…countryman; I ventured to speak to him; and in a

home…dialect。



'It's a wonnerfu' sicht。  It's the cake o' Ezekiel ower again。'



He looked at me sharply; thought a moment; and said;



'You were going my way when you stopped。  I will walk with you; if

you will。'



'But what's to be done about it?'  I said。



'About what?' he returned。



'About the child there;' I answered。



'Oh! she is its mother;' he replied; walking on。



'What difference does that make?'  I said。



'All the difference in the world。  If God has given her that child;

what right have you or I to interfere?'



'But I verily believe from the look of the child she gives it gin。'



'God saves the world by the new blood; the children。  To take her

child from her; would be to do what you could to damn her。'



'It doesn't look much like salvation there。'



'You mustn't interfere with God's thousand years any more than his

one day。'



'Are you sure she is the mother?'  I asked。



'Yes。 I would not have left the child with her otherwise。'



'What would you have done with it?  Got it into some orphan

asylum?or the Foundling perhaps?'



'Never;' he answered。 'All those societies are wretched inventions

for escape from the right way。  There ought not to be an orphan

asylum in the kingdom。'



'What!  Would you put them all down then?'



'God forbid。  But I would; if I could; make them all useless;'



'How could you do that?'



'I would merely enlighten the hearts of childless people as to their

privileges。'



'Which are?'



'To be fathers and mothers to the fatherless and motherless。'



'I have often wondered why more of them did not adopt children。  Why

don't they?'



'For various reasons which a real love to child nature would blow to

the windsall comprised in this; that such a child would not be

their own child。  As if ever a child could be their own!  That a

child is God's is of rather more consequence than whether it is born

of this or that couple。  Their hearts would surely be glad when they

went into heaven to have the angels of the little ones that always

behold the face of their Father coming round them; though they were

not exactly their father and mother。'



'I don't know what the passage you refer to means。'



'Neither do I。 But it must mean something; if He said it。  Are you a

clergyman?'



'No。 I am only a poor teacher of mathematics and poetry; shown up

the back stairs into the nurseries of great houses。'



'A grand chance; if I may use the word。'



'I do try to wake a little enthusiasm in the sons and

daughterswithout much success; I fear。'



'Will you come and see me?' he said。



'With much pleasure。  But; as I have given you an answer; you owe me

one。'



'I do。'



'Have you adopted a child?'



'No。'



'Then you have some of your own?'



'No。'



'Then; excuse me; but why the warmth of your remarks on those who'



'I think I shall be able to satisfy you on that point; if we draw to

each other。  Meantime I must leave you。  Could you come to…morrow

evening?'



'With pleasure。'



We arranged the hour and parted。  I saw him walk into a low

public…house; and went home。



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