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When she stopped to open a gate the glare of the chaise-lamps showed the little black figure by the roadside. Harrie screamed she thought it was a ghost. "Any news? any news?" "Gracious! is it you, child? No news none! Get up, quick, and come home."
Passing the gates, on the stone columns of which the quaint, old-fashioned lamps of former days were still nightly lighted, I glanced through them at the snow-covered lawn and the square-built, lonely house, occupied now only by Selwyn and his younger brother Harrie, then again hurried on.
"Come along, my dear," continued Harrie, tucking the young wife under her arm "come and beautify a little the Squire likes it. And run away to your father, N. L., my boy!" added she to her younger brother younger as a closer inspection of her fresh country face showed possibly by some five or six years. Mr. Harper assented with as good a grace as he could, and resigned his wife to his sister.
I knew of the Thorne family very well, and of the Thorne house, which I thought Harrie would live in until he and Madeleine could build a moderner one, and Oh no, my child, you don't know the anguish of a mother's heart! You don't know!" Tears not of anguish, but of blighted ambition, caused the flow of words to cease temporarily, and light came to me. Selwyn's letter had done the work.
And Marmaduke went on with his benevolent schemes for improving Dorsetshire and the world; and his Harrie had her dreams too possibly about the advantage an M.P.'s interest might prove in future days to "the children;" and the young couple, in all the whirl of their misery, still clung to hope and youth and life, so little of which way they had trod, and so much of which lay before them.
Stay, here are a few lines; a codicil, I fancy, affixed with seals to the body of the will I can hardly make it out." And as Mr. Harper perused it, his wife observed his countenance change. He let the paper drop, and sat silent. "What is it? Read,", cried Harrie Dugdale. "I cannot Anne, will you?
Agatha walked on her other hand; Harrie fluttering about them, and talking very fast, chiefly about the wonderful news of yesterday, which her husband had just communicated. "And a great shame not to tell me long before. As if I did not care for Uncle Brian as much as anybody does. What a Christmas we shall have Uncle Brian, Nathanael, and Fred." "Is Major Harper coming?"
Miss Dallas had never cut a shirt, nor, I believe, had Dr. Sharpe. Harrie was groaning over the last wristband but one, when she heard her husband's voice in the hall. "Harrie, Harrie, your friend is here. I found her, by a charming accident, at the station, and drove her home."
In a minute or two this most opposite couple opposite, but fitting like a dovetailed joint came in merrily together, Harrie holding a letter. "Would you believe, he got it last week, has been carrying it about ever since, and never thought of it! There, Nathanael, it's yours! Devour it!" "From Uncle Brian!" cried the young man.
"Is it about Harrie you are again worried?" Selwyn nodded. "You knew he had left home? Knew he had taken a bachelor apartment downtown?" "I heard it day before yesterday. Kitty told me. Billie is pretty upset about him. Being five years older and married, Billie is seeing life rather differently from the way Harrie takes it, and the latter's recklessness " Selwyn looked at me, then away.
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