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d never occur again； and he must patiently wear out the effect of it。
He had observed that in playing an uphill game of love the lover must constantly ask himself； 〃What should I do； were I to listen to my heart？〃 and having ascertained that； must do the opposite。 So now Mr。 Coventry grimly resolved to control his wishes for a time； to hide his jealousy； to hide his knowledge of her deceit； to hide his own anger。 He would wait some months before he again asked her to marry him； unless he saw a change in her； and； meantime； he would lay himself out to please her； trusting to this； that there could be no intercourse by letter between her and a workman； and they were not likely to meet again in a hurry。
It required considerable fortitude to curb his love and jealousy； and settle on this course。 But he did conquer after a hard struggle； and prepared to meet Miss Carden at dinner with artificial gayety。
But she did not appear； and that set Mr。 Coventry thinking again。 Why should she have a headache？ He had a rooted disbelief in women's headaches。 His own head had far more reason to ache； and his heart too。 He puzzled himself all dinner…time about this headache； and was very bad company。
Soon after dinner he took a leaf out of her book； pretended headache； and said he should like to take a turn by himself in the air。
What he really wanted to do was to watch Miss Carden's windows； for he had all manner of ugly suspicions。
There seemed to be a strong light in the room。 He could see no more。
He walked moodily up and down； very little satisfied with himself； and at last he got ashamed of his own thoughts。
〃Oh； no！〃 he said； 〃she is in her room； sure enough。〃
He turned his back； and strolled out into the road。
Presently he heard the rustle of a woman's dress。 He stepped into the shade of the firs directly； and his heart began to beat hard。
But it was only Jael Dence。 She came out within a few yards of him。 She had something white in her hand； which； however； she instinctively conveyed into her bosom the moment she found herself in the moonlight。 Coventry saw her do it though。
She turned to the left； and walked swiftly up the road。
Now Coventry knew nothing about this girl； except that she belonged to a class with whom money generally goes a long way。 And he now asked himself whether it might not be well worth his while to enlist her sympathies on his side。
While he was coming to this conclusion； Jael； who was gliding along at a great pace； reached a turn in the road； and Mr。 Coventry had to run after her to catch her。
When he got to the turn in the road； she was just going round another turn； having quickened her pace。
Coventry followed more leisurely。 She might be going to meet her sweetheart； and； if so； he had better talk to her on her return。
He walked on till he saw at some distance a building； with light shining though it in a peculiar way； and now the path became very rugged and difficult。 He came to a standstill； and eyed the place where his rival was working at that moment。 He eyed it with a strange mixture of feelings。 It had saved his life and hers； after all。 He fell into another mood； and began to laugh at himself for allowing himself to be disturbed by such a rival。
But what is this？ Jael Dence comes in sight again： she is making for the old church。
Coventry watched her unseen。 She went to the porch； and； after she had been there some time； the door was opened just a little； then wide； and she entered the building。 He saw it all in a moment： the girl was already bought by the other side； and had carried his rival a letter before his eyes。
A clandestine correspondence！
All his plans and his resolutions melted away before this discovery。 There was nothing to be done but to save the poor girl from this miserable and degrading attachment； and its inevitable consequences。
He went home； pale with fury； and never once closed his eyes all night。
Next day he ordered his dog…cart early； and told Mr。 Raby and Grace he was going to Hillsborough for medical advice： had a pain in his back he could not get rid of。
He called on the chief constable of Hillsborough； and asked him； confidentially； if he knew any thing about a workman called Little。
〃What； a Londoner； sir？ the young man that is at odds with the Trades？〃
〃I shouldn't wonder。 Yes； I think he is。 A friend of mine takes an interest in him。〃
〃And so do I。 His case was a disgrace to the country； and to the constabulary of the place。 It occurred just ten days before I came here； and it seems to me that nothing was done which ought to have been done。〃
Mr。 Coventry put in a question or two； which elicited from Mr。 Ransome all he knew about the matter。
〃Where does this Little live？〃 was the next inquiry。
〃I don't know； but I think you could learn at Mr。 Cheetham's。 The only time I ever saw Little； he was walking with the foreman of those works。 He was pointed out to me。 A dark young man； carries himself remarkably welldoesn't look like a workman。 If they don't know at Cheetham's； I'll find him out for you in twenty…four hours。〃
〃But this Grotait。 Do you know him？〃
〃Oh； he is a public character。 Keeps 'The Cutlers' Arms；' in Black Street。〃
〃I understand he repudiates all these outrages。〃
〃He does。 But the workmen themselves are behind the scenes； and what do they call him？ Why； 'Old Smitem。'〃
〃Ah！ You are one of those who look below the surface；〃 said the courtier。
He then turned the conversation； and； soon after； went away。 He had been adroit enough to put his questions in the languid way of a man who had no personal curiosity； and was merely discharging a commission。
Mr。 Ransome； as a matter of form； took a short note of the conversation； but attached no importance to it。 However； he used the means at his command to find out Little's abode。 Not that Mr。 Coventry had positively asked him to do it； but； his attention being thus unexpectedly called to the subject； he felt desirous to talk to Little on his own account。
Mr。 Coventry went straight to 〃The Cutlers' Arms；〃 but he went slowly。 A powerful contest was now going on within him； jealousy and rage urged him onward； honor and gratitude held him back。 Then came his self…deceiving heart； and suggested that Miss Carden had been the first to break her promise （she had let Jael Dence into Little's secret）； and that he himself was being undermined by cunning and deceit： strict notions of honor would be out of place in such a combat。 Lastly； he felt it his DUTY to save Miss Carden from a degrading connection。
All these considerations； taken together； proved too strong for his good faith； and so stifled the voice of conscience； that it could only keep whispering against the deed； but not prevent it。
He went direct to 〃The Cutlers' Arms。〃 He walked into the parlor and ordered a glass of brandy…and…water； and asked if he could see Mr。 Grotait； privately。 Mr。 Grotait came in。
〃Sit down； Mr。 Grotait。 Will you have any thing？〃
〃A glass of ale； sir； if you please。〃
When this had been brought； and left； and the parties were alone； Coventry asked him whether he could receive a communicat