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Vivyan presently, looking straight into the fire, and closing her hands very tightly, "don't ever think I do not care or feel. Oh, you never can know how much I have felt!
This time the post-mark was Southampton. They were in England, and hoped to be at Mrs. Estcourt's house the following day. What a long and wearisome morning the next was! for, as I dare say every one knows, time always passes slowly when we are expecting or waiting for anything. Mrs. Vivyan had said in her letter, that the train by which they intended to come arrived at about five o'clock.
"Yes, I think I should," said Arthur; but he spoke so hesitatingly; for dearly as he liked preparations for a journey, he remembered with a bitter pang what the preparations were for, and what the cause of the journey was. Mrs. Vivyan opened the door of a small room adjoining her own, which was generally kept locked, and where, Arthur knew, he was not expected to go without being allowed.
Carey's school were looking forward to them with great joy; for they had pleasant homes, where they knew that their fathers and mothers would welcome them, and their young sisters and brothers would be glad to see them again. Arthur Vivyan, too, was expecting to enjoy his time; for Mrs.
"Oh no, I should think not!" said Arthur brightly. "She is ever so much better, aren't you, mother?" "Yes, dear," she said gently. "Well," said Mr. Vivyan, speaking very slowly, and laying his hand kindly on Arthur's curls, "did you know, Arthur, that my time for being in England is very nearly over? there are only six weeks more left."
Vivyan was able to answer, and then she said: "When you are older, darling, you will find out that it is not always the people who talk and cry most, who feel things most; and that there is such a thing as saying 'Thy will be done, and of not giving way to all our feelings for the sake of others." "Ah, yes; that is what I ought to do," said Arthur with a deep sigh. "Arthur, dear," said Mrs.
"Well, aunt," said Arthur, "mind, if I seem to say rude things I don't mean them; I don't really; and I should be very sorry to say rude things to you, because I think I like you." "You don't say so," said Mr. Vivyan, laughing. But Mrs.
"Well, I daresay he likes to be obeyed," said Mrs. Vivyan; "but that is quite right, isn't it?" "Yes, of course," Arthur answered. "What is his name, mother?" "Mr. Carey." "Well, I don't like that name," said Arthur emphatically; "but I suppose he can't help that. Does he wear spectacles?" "No, I should think not," said Mrs. Vivyan, smiling; "he is not old enough.
"Well, that is question number one. Now, what is the second?" "Yes; where does she live?" "It is a good way from this; about six hours by the train, and five miles from Stanton." "Oh, yes! and that reminds me of another question. How am I to learn? Will she teach me? I hope not." "No," said Mrs. Vivyan; "we have thought you are old enough to go to school now.
Vivyan looked out keenly at him, from behind the book he was reading. But still Arthur had nothing to say, and the troubled look came deeper on his face. He came nearer to his mother's chair, and presently when he found himself there he laid his head on her lap. "What is it, my darling?" she asked, laying her hand on his brown hair.
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