It happened—­but doubtless happened because so ordered—­that the very hour in which Joris left Hyde Manor, Peter Van Ariens received a letter that made him very anxious.  He left his office and went to see his son.  “Rem,” he said, “there is now an opportunity for thee.  Here has come a letter from Boston, and some one must go there; and that too in a great hurry.  The house of Blume and Otis is likely to fail, and in it we have some great interests.  A lawyer we must have to look after them; go thyself, and it shall be well for both of us.”

“I am ready to go—­that is, I can be ready in one or two days.”

“There are not one or two days to spare.  Gerard will take care of thy work here.  To-day is the best time of all.”

“I cannot go with a happy mind to-day.  I will tell you, father.  I think now my case with Cornelia will bear putting to the question.  As you know, it has been step with step between Joris Hyde and myself in that affair, and if I go away now without securing the ground I have gained, what can hinder Hyde from taking advantage over me?  He too must go soon, but he will try and secure his position before he leaves.  To do the same thing is my only way.  I wish, then, the time to give myself this security.”

“That is fair.  A man is not a man till he has won a wife.  Cornelia Moran is much to my mind.  Tell her my home is thine, and she will be a mistress dearly loved and honoured.  And if a thing is to be done, there is no time like the hour that has not struck.  Go and see her now.  She was in the garden gathering asters when I left home this morning.”

“I will write to her.  I will tell her what is in my heart—­though she knows it well—­and ask her for her love and her hand.  If she is kind to my offer she will tell me to come and see her to-night, then I can go to Boston with a free heart and look after your money and your business.”

“If things be this way, thou art reasonable.  A good wife must not be lost for the peril of some gold sovereigns.  At once write to the maid; such letters are best done at the first thought, some prudences or some fears may come with the second thoughts.”

“I have no fear but Joris Hyde.  That Englishman I hate.  His calm confidence, his smiling insolent air is intolerable.”

“It is the English way.  But Cornelia is American—­as thou art.”

“She thinks much of that, but yet—­”

“Be not afraid.  The brave either find, or make, a way to success.  What is in a girl’s heart no man can tell, if she be cold and shy that should not cause thee to doubt.  When water is ice, who would suspect what great heat is stored away in it?  Write thy letter at once.  Put thy heart into thy pen.  Not always prudent is this way, but once in a man’s life it is wisdom.”

“My pen is too small for my heart.”

“My opinion is that thou hast wavered too long.  It is a great foolishness to let the cherry knock against the lips too often or too long.  A pretty pastime, perhaps, to will, and not will, to dare, and not dare; but at last the knock comes that drops the cherry—­it may be into some other mouth.”