Looking at the matter in a professional point of view, I don't hesitate to say that we have managed our business with Mr.James Smith to perfection.We have produced him at the right time, and we are going to get rid of him at the right time.By to-night he will be on his way to foreign parts with Number Two, and he won't show his nose in England again if he lives to the age of Methuselah."It was a relief to hear that and it was almost as great a comfort to find, from what Mr.Dark said next, that my mistress need fear nothing that Josephine could do for the future.
The charge of theft, on which she was about to be tried, did not afford the shadow of an excuse in law any more than in logic for alluding to the crime which her master had committed.If she meant to talk about it she might do so in her place of transportation, but she would not have the slightest chance of being listened to previously in a court of law.
"In short," said Mr.Dark, rising to take his leave, "as I have told you already, William, it's checkmate for marmzelle.She didn't manage the business of the robbery half as sharply as Ishould have expected.She certainly began well enough by staying modestly at a lodging in the village to give her attendance at the examinations, as it might be required; nothing could look more innocent and respectable so far; but her hiding the property between the mattresses of her bed--the very first place that any experienced man would think of looking in--was such an amazingly stupid thing to do, that I really can't account for it, unless her mind had more weighing on it than it was able to bear, which, considering the heavy stakes she played for, is likely enough.
Anyhow, her hands are tied now, and her tongue too, for the matter of that.Give my respects to your mistress, and tell her that her runaway husband and her lying maid will never either of them harm her again as long as they live.She has nothing to do now but to pluck up her spirits and live happy.Here's long life to her and to you, William, in the last glass of ale; and here's the same toast to myself in the bottom of the jug."With those words Mr.Dark pocketed his large snuff-box, gave a last wink with his bright eye, and walked rapidly away, whistling, to catch the London coach.From that time to this he and I have never met again.
A few last words relating to my mistress and to the other persons chiefly concerned in this narrative will conclude all that it is now necessary for me to say.
For some months the relatives and friends, and I myself, felt sad misgivings on my poor mistress's account.We doubted if it was possible, with such a quick, sensitive nature as hers, that she could support the shock which had been inflicted on her.But our powers of endurance are, as I have learned to believe, more often equal to the burdens laid upon us than we are apt to imagine.Ihave seen many surprising recoveries from illness after all hope had been lost, and I have lived to see my mistress recover from the grief and terror which we once thought would prove fatal to her.It was long before she began to hold up her head again; but care and kindness, and time and change wrought their effect on her at last.She is not now, and never will be again, the woman she was once; her manner is altered, and she looks older by many a year than she really is.But her health causes us no anxiety now; her spirits are calm and equal, and I have good hope that many quiet years of service in her house are left for me still.Imyself have married during the long interval of time which I am now passing over in a few words.This change in my life is, perhaps, not worth mentioning, but I am reminded of my two little children when I speak of my mistress in her present position.Ireally think they make the great happiness, and interest, and amusement of her life, and prevent her from feeling lonely and dried up at heart.It is a pleasant reflection to me to remember this, and perhaps it may be the same to you, for which reason only I speak of it.
As for the other persons connected with the troubles at Darrock Hall, I may mention the vile woman Josephine first, so as to have the sooner done with her.Mr.Dark's guess, when he tried to account for her want of cunning in hiding the stolen property, by saying that her mind might have had more weighing on it than she was able to bear, turned out to b e nothing less than the plain and awful truth.After she had been found guilty of the robbery, and had been condemned to seven years' transportation, a worse sentence fell upon her from a higher tribunal than any in this world.While she was still in the county jail, previous to her removal, her mind gave way, the madness breaking out in an attempt to set fire to the prison.Her case was pronounced to be hopeless from the first.The lawful asylum received her, and the lawful asylum will keep her to the end of her days.
Mr.James Smith, who, in my humble opinion, deserved hanging by law, or drowning by accident at least, lived quietly abroad with his Scotch wife (or no wife) for two years, and then died in the most quiet and customary manner, in his bed, after a short illness.His end was described to me as a "highly edifying one."But as he was also reported to have sent his forgiveness to his wife--which was as much as to say that _he_ was the injured person of the two--I take leave to consider that he was the same impudent vagabond in his last moments that he had been all his life.His Scotch widow has married again, and is now settled in London.I hope her husband is all her own property this time.
