"I do not think that is correct. In a new country one naturally leads a
new life, and it need not necessarily be a failure. What do you think,
Winifred?"
"I do not think you have been a failure here. True, you have not yet
succeeded in settling down to some useful occupation, but the time will
come when that will happen. Do you feel inclined to go away, to leave
England?"
"Something tells me it will be for the best," he replied.
"Where do you intend going to?" asked Sir Lester.
"That is what I want your advice about."
"I am afraid I can help you very little. I know several young fellows
who have gone out to different parts of Australia, and who have done
remarkably well there; but it is a long way off."
"I do not mind where it is, or how far so long as I succeed. I made up
my mind last night that wherever I went I would not come back a
failure."
"That's right, Jack; I admire your pluck. If you go out with that
determination, depend upon it, you will succeed."
"When do you think of leaving?" asked Winifred in a low voice.
"This year; the sooner the better," he replied.
Sir Lester wondered where the funds would come from, he would help him
if necessary; but he could not do very much.
They discussed the matter for some time, when Sir Lester left them to
attend to business matters.
"Why have you come to such a sudden decision?" Winifred asked. "You
ought not to take such a step without due consideration."
"The gypsy woman put it into my head; she was very confident about my
succeeding."
Winifred laughed as she replied:
"I had no idea you were so superstitious. If that is your only reason I
advise you to remain at home."
"It is not the only reason; there is a far stronger inducement. I wish
to succeed, to make money. I have an object in view."
"Most people have an object in life."
"Mine is all important."
"Tell it me."
"No, I cannot at present. If I succeed, I will. Shall you miss me very
much, Winifred?"
"Indeed, I shall. We have been so much together, I think it unkind of
you to wish to leave me."
"I do not wish to leave you. I shall think a great deal about you when I
am away."
He wished he could tell her it was for her sake he desired to make
money, but he knew he ought not to bind her by a promise in any way,
even if she were willing to give it.
"I do not believe you will go; you are only joking."
"I was never more in earnest in my life. The only question is where
shall I go?"
"Somewhere where it will not be very difficult for you to get back. You
will not want to remain long away from old England."
"You think I shall soon be homesick?" he asked smiling.
"Indeed, I do; for I know how you love the old place. I believe it is
your love of the country that has prevented your success."
"You may be right, and in another land I may find an occupation that
will suit me, and at the same time bring me in money. I rather fancy a
roaming life for a few years."
"And do you think the roamers make fortunes?"
"In some cases."
"They are the exception. Steady, hard work we are always taught is the
best."
"But it is such a slow process. I want something more rapid," he
replied.
"What was the gypsy woman like?" she asked.
"Young, married, with a little child very ill. She was good looking; not
at all bold, and I think she believed what she told me."
"They are such deceptive people. How do you know the story about the
child was true?"
"I doubted her at first. She read my mind in an instant, and assured me
her story was correct. I do not think you would have doubted her had you
been there."
"Father has a great aversion to them."
"And it is not unreasonable, but they are not all bad, there must be
some decent people amongst them."
Winifred shrugged her shoulders. She did not like to think a mere gypsy
woman had influenced his life to such an extent by a silly trick of
palmistry.
"I shall hate all gypsies if you take her advice and go away," she said.
"She gave me no advice. She merely read the lines in my hand, and told
me what she saw there."
"And said you would succeed and be rewarded when you returned home?"
"That is so. I shall look forward to the reward," he said.
She glanced at his face, but he was looking across the garden, over the
fields beyond, and seemed lost in thought. She knew she would miss him
very much. Suppose he never returned; met with a dreadful death in some
inhospitable land. The mere thought of such a thing frightened her. She
put her hand on his arm, saying quickly, and with a little shudder--
"Do not go, Jack. Stay here; stay in England, where we all love you.
Don't go away."
"Where we all love you."
The words caused his heart to beat with happiness. She had used the word
collectively, but it included herself. Noticing her face and her
startled look, he said--
"Are you afraid I shall come to grief on my travels?"
"We hear of terrible things in the papers, such horrible things; and,
oh, Jack, we have been so much together, I could not bear to lose my old
playmate."
There were tears in her eyes, and he felt a desperate inclination to
kiss them away. He mastered his feelings and said--
"I am well able to take care of myself, and I will come back, I promise
you that. I am very glad you are so anxious about my welfare. I know I
have a firm friend in you, Winifred."
She was cross because she had shown too much feeling, and said
irritably--
"I am very silly. Of course, you can take care of yourself."
"You are never silly," he said. "I think I understand you, and it will
be my greatest regret on leaving here to leave you behind."
"You cannot very well take me with you," she answered smiling.
"I wish I could," he replied.
"Thanks, I prefer The Downs," she answered laughing.