Thus,
when the Rector came, Bobus asked whether he must be sent out of the
room, Jock made an earnest sign to the contrary, and he stayed.
There was of course nothing to concern him, especially in the brief
reading and prayer; but his mother, looking up, saw that he was
finding out the passage in the little Greek Testament.
Janet's lay on a little table close by the bedside. The two copies
had met again. The work of one was done. Was the work of the other
doing at last?
However that might be, nothing could be gentler, tenderer, or more
considerate towards his mother than was Bobus, and her kind friends
felt much relieved of their fears for her, since she had such a son
to take care of her.
Towards the evening, the negro servant knocked at the door, and Bobus
took from him a telegram envelope. His mother opened it and read:
"Friar Brownlow to Mrs. Brownlow. I embark to-day."
A smile shone out on Jock's white weary face, and he said, "Good old
Monk! If I can but hold out till he comes, I shall get home again
yet. I should like to do him credit."
"Ashton Vineyard, October l2th.
"MY DEAREST CHILD,—-You know the main fact by telegram, and now I can
write, I must tell you all in more order.
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