Now, don't you
think we might be very jolly together?"
"Oh, to think of being there again! And we can have the dear old
furniture and make it like home. It is the first definite notion any
one has had. My dear, you have given me something to look forward
to. You can't guess what good you have done me! It is just as if
you had shown me light at the end of the thicket; ay, and made
yourself the good stout staff to lead me through!"
"Mother, that's the best thing that ever was said to me yet; worth
ever so much more than all old Barnes's money-bags."
"If the others will approve! But any way it is a nest egg for my own
selfish pleasure to carry me through. Why, Jock, to have your name
on the old door would be bringing back the golden age!"
Nobody but Jock knew what made this such a cheerful Sunday with his
mother. She was even heard making fun, and declaring that no one
knew what a relief it would be not to have to take drives when all
the roads were beset with traction engines. She had so far helped
Armine out of the difficulties his lavish assurances had brought him
into, that she had written a note to the Vicar, Mr. Parsons, telling
him that she should be better able to reply in a little while; but
Armine, knowing that he must not speak, and afraid of betraying the
cause of his unhappiness and of the delay, was afraid to stir out of
reach of the others lest Miss Parsons should begin an inquiry.
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