"
Forrester was loud in his acknowledgments, and sought by eulogistic
professions to do away the ill effect of all that he might have uttered
in the previous conversation; but the old man cut him short with his
wonted querulousness:--
"Oh, done with your blarney, boy! 'It's all my eye and Betty Martin!'
Won't you go in and take supper? There's something left, I reckon."
But Forrester had now no idea of eating, and declined accordingly,
alleging his determination to set off immediately upon his route--a
determination which the old man highly approved of.
"You are right, Mark--move's the word, and the sooner you go about it
the better. Here's my hand on your bargain, and good-by--I reckon you'll
have something more to say to Kate, and I suppose you don't want me to
help you in saying it--so I leave you. She's used to the way; and, if
she's at all afraid, you can easily see her home."
With a few more words the old man took his departure, leaving the young
people as happy now as he had before found them sad and sorrowful.
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