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his neck. But why do I try to give you this personal description of him? If you ever subscribed to a Ladiesā€™ Charity in London, you know Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite as well as I do. He was a barrister by profession; a ladiesā€™ man by temperament; and a good Samaritan by choice. Female benevolence and female destitution could do nothing without him. Maternal societies for confining poor women; Magdalen societies for rescuing poor women; strong-minded societies for putting poor women into poor menā€™s places, and leaving the men to shift for themselves;ā ā€”he was vice-president, manager, referee to them all. Wherever there was a table with a committee of ladies sitting round it in council there was Mr. Godfrey at the bottom of the board, keeping the temper of the committee, and leading the dear creatures along the thorny ways of business, hat in hand. I do suppose this was the most accomplished philanthropist (on a small independence) that England ever produced. As a speaker at charitable meetings the like of him for drawing your tears and your money was not easy to find. He was quite a public character. The last time I was in London, my mistress gave me two treats. She sent me to the theatre to see a dancing woman who was all the rage; and she sent me to Exeter Hall to hear Mr. Godfrey. The lady did it, with a band of music. The gentleman did it, with a handkerchief and a glass of water. Crowds at the performance with the legs. Ditto at the performance with the tongue. And with all this, the sweetest tempered person (I allude to Mr. Godfrey)ā ā€”the simplest and pleasantest and easiest to pleaseā ā€”you ever met with. He loved everybody. And everybody loved him. What chance had Mr. Franklinā ā€”what chance had anybody of average reputation and capacitiesā ā€”against such a man as this?

On the fourteenth, came Mr. Godfreyā€™s answer.

He accepted my mistressā€™s invitation, from the Wednesday of the birthday to the evening of Fridayā ā€”when his duties to the Ladiesā€™ Charities would oblige him to return to town. He also enclosed a copy of verses on what he elegantly called his cousinā€™s ā€œnatal day.ā€ Miss Rachel, I was informed, joined Mr. Franklin in making fun of the verses at dinner; and Penelope, who was all on Mr. Franklinā€™s side, asked me, in great triumph, what I thought of that. ā€œMiss Rachel has led you off on a false scent, my dear,ā€ I replied; ā€œbut my nose is not so easily mystified. Wait till Mr. Ablewhiteā€™s verses are followed by Mr. Ablewhite himself.ā€

My daughter replied, that Mr. Franklin might strike in, and try his luck, before the verses were followed by the poet. In favour of this view, I must acknowledge that Mr. Franklin left no chance untried of winning Miss Rachelā€™s good graces.

Though one of the most inveterate smokers I ever met with, he gave up his cigar, because she said, one day, she hated the stale smell of it in his clothes. He slept so badly, after this effort of self-denial, for want of the composing effect of the tobacco to which he was used, and came down morning after morning looking so haggard and worn, that Miss Rachel herself begged him to take to his cigars again. No! he would take to nothing again that could cause her a momentā€™s annoyance; he would fight it out resolutely, and get back his sleep, sooner or later, by main force of patience in waiting for it. Such devotion as this, you may say (as some of them said downstairs), could never fail of producing the right effect on Miss Rachelā ā€”backed up, too, as it was, by the decorating work every day on the door. All very wellā ā€”but she had a photograph of Mr. Godfrey in her bedroom; represented speaking at a public meeting, with all his hair blown out by the breath of his own eloquence, and his eyes, most lovely, charming the money out of your pockets. What do you say to that? Every morningā ā€”as Penelope herself owned to meā ā€”there was the man whom the women couldnā€™t do without, looking on, in effigy, while Miss Rachel was having her hair combed. He would be looking on, in reality, before longā ā€”that was my opinion of it.

June the sixteenth brought an event which made Mr. Franklinā€™s chance look, to my mind, a worse chance than ever.

A strange gentleman, speaking English with a foreign accent, came that morning to the house, and asked to see Mr. Franklin Blake on business. The business could not possibly have been connected with the Diamond, for these two reasonsā ā€”first, that Mr. Franklin told me nothing about it; secondly, that he communicated it (when the gentleman had gone, as I suppose) to my lady. She probably hinted something about it next to her daughter. At any rate, Miss Rachel was reported to have said some severe things to Mr. Franklin, at the piano that evening, about the people he had lived among, and the principles he had adopted in foreign parts. The next day, for the first time, nothing was done towards the decoration of the door. I suspect some imprudence of Mr. Franklinā€™s on the Continentā ā€”with a woman or a debt at the bottom of itā ā€”had followed him to England. But that is all guesswork. In this case, not only Mr. Franklin, but my lady too, for a wonder, left me in the dark.

On the seventeenth, to all appearance, the cloud passed away again. They returned to their decorating work on the door, and seemed to be as good friends as ever. If Penelope was to be believed, Mr. Franklin had seized the opportunity of the reconciliation to make an offer to Miss Rachel, and had neither been accepted nor refused. My girl was sure (from signs and tokens which I need not trouble you with) that her young mistress had fought Mr. Franklin off by declining to believe that he was in earnest, and had then secretly regretted treating him in that way afterwards. Though Penelope was admitted to more familiarity with her young mistress

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