He would not telegraph, in order that
there might be more time to cool down, for he felt convinced that
this demonstration was a species of revenge, at least so far that
there was a certain satisfaction in showing what lengths the baffled
lover might go to, when no longer withheld by the hope of Esther or
by consideration for his mother.
Jock would have kept back the knowledge from her, but she was too
uneasy about Bobus for him not to tell her. She saw it in the same
light, feared that her son would never entirely forgive her, but went
on writing affectionate letters to him all the same, whether he
answered them or not. Oh, what a pang it was that she had never
tried to make the boy religious in his childhood.
Then she looked at Jock, and wondered whether he would harbour any
such resentment against her when he came to perceive what she had
seen beginning at Fordham.
John came back most ominously radiant. It had been very bad weather,
and he and Sydney seemed to have been doing a great quantity of
fretwork together, and to have had much music, only chaperoned by old
Sir James, for Fordham had been paying for his exertions at the
wedding by being confined to his room.
He had sent Babie a book, namely, Vaughan's beautiful "Silex
Scintillans," full of marked passages, which went to her heart.
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