CHAPTER LI

A VISIT FROM THE COUNSELLOR

[Illustration: 455.jpg Counsellor]

Now while I was riding home that evening, with a tender conscience
about Ruth, although not a wounded one, I guessed but little that all
my thoughts were needed much for my own affairs. So however it proved
to be; for as I came in, soon after dark, my sister Eliza met me at
the corner of the cheese-room, and she said, "Don't go in there, John,"
pointing to mother's room; "until I have had a talk with you."

"In the name of Moses," I inquired, having picked up that phrase at
Dulverton; "what are you at about me now? There is no peace for a quiet
fellow."

"It is nothing we are at," she answered; "neither may you make light of
it. It is something very important about Mistress Lorna Doone."

"Let us have it at once," I cried; "I can bear anything about Lorna,
except that she does not care for me."

"It has nothing to do with that, John. And I am quite sure that
you never need fear anything of that sort. She perfectly wearies me
sometimes, although her voice is so soft and sweet, about your endless
perfections."

"Bless her little heart!" I said; "the subject is inexhaustible."

"No doubt," replied Lizzie, in the driest manner; "especially to your
sisters. However this is no time to joke. I fear you will get the worst
of it, John. Do you know a man of about Gwenny's shape, nearly as broad
as he is long, but about six times the size of Gwenny, and with a
length of snow-white hair, and a thickness also; as the copses were last
winter. He never can comb it, that is quite certain, with any comb yet
invented."

"Then you go and offer your services. There are few things you cannot
scarify. I know the man from your description, although I have never
seen him. Now where is my Lorna?"

"Your Lorna is with Annie, having a good cry, I believe; and Annie too
glad to second her. She knows that this great man is here, and knows
that he wants to see her. But she begged to defer the interview, until
dear John's return."

"What a nasty way you have of telling the very commonest piece of news!"
I said, on purpose to pay her out. "What man will ever fancy you, you
unlucky little snapper? Now, no more nursery talk for me. I will go and
settle this business. You had better go and dress your dolls; if you can
give them clothes unpoisoned." Hereupon Lizzie burst into a perfect roar
of tears; feeling that she had the worst of it. And I took her up,