"Was it there?
O Janet, Janet!"
"You should have attended to it, then," said Janet sharply.
Delrio knocked at the door with an account of her unsuccessful
mission, and Sir James, little as the young lady deserved it,
concerned himself about sending to the station, and if the bag were
not forthcoming there, telegraphing to Boulogne the first thing in
the morning.
While Janet was writing particulars and volubly instructing the
commissionaire, Mrs. Evelyn saw Babie's eyes full of tears, and her
throat swelling with suppressed sobs. She held out an arm and drew
the child to her, saying kindly, "I am sure you would have taken care
of the bag if you had been asked, my dear."
"It's not that, thank you," said Babie, laying her head on the kind
shoulder, "for I don't think it was my fault; but mother will be so
sorry for her key. It is the key of her davenport, and father's
picture is there, and grandmamma's, and the card with all our hairs,
and she will be so sorry."
And Babie cried the natural tears of a tired child, whom anything
would overcome after her long absence from her mother. Mrs. Evelyn
saw how it was, and, as Delrio was entirely occupied with the hue and
cry, she herself took the little girl away, and helped her to bed,
tenderly soothing and comforting her, and finding her various
needments.
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