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Lord Jesus Christ, I belong to Thee, I am Thy lamb; gather me in Thine arms, and carry me in Thy bosom." It was in this way that little, lonely Arthur Vivyan poured his heart out before the Lord.
I only heard that something dreadful was going to happen; and you told mother to tell some one, and she said she couldn't; and then you said you would, and I don't remember the rest." Mr. Vivyan smiled rather sadly, and Arthur felt his mother's arm more closely clasped around him. "Was it about me?" asked Arthur presently. Mr.
But tell him yourself, Ronald; you know I am so foolish." "Very well," said Mr. Vivyan, rising and stirring the fire with great energy, as if he were then acting what he had made up his mind to do. And then Arthur stole away, feeling very strange with various mingled feelings. Something seemed to say that the conversation concerned him, but what it was all about he could not imagine.
Then the tears came into his eyes, and it was not directly that he was able to say, "Mother, I know it was very wrong of me; but I heard what you and papa were saying this morning when you were in the boudoir." "It was very wrong indeed," said Mr. Vivyan; "I did not think you would have done such a thing, Arthur."
"Mamma," he said in a low voice, which was very touchingly sad in its hopelessness, "need you go? Wouldn't you rather stay at home with me?" "Oh, Arthur," said Mrs. Vivyan, "you must not say those things, dear." "Won't you take me with you, then? I don't believe I could stay at home without you. Won't you take me? Oh, do! please, do!"
Now, my dear sister, expend your energies in seeing if my luggage is all right." Then Arthur and his father were left alone. "Now, my darling boy," Mr. Vivyan said, "come here. I want to speak to you, and to say good-bye." So Arthur came closer to his chair, and his father put his arms around him, and took his hand in his.
"Do you often say those funny things, Arthur?" asked his aunt. "I believe he is rather given to speaking his mind freely," said Mr. Vivyan. "Did I say anything rude?" asked Arthur, looking up earnestly into his aunt's face. "No, dear, nothing at all; only, you know, I am not accustomed to little boys; and so perhaps that is why the things they say sound odd to me."
Arthur rubbed his sleepy eyes, as the station lights flashed brightly, and the train came to a sudden stop. "Come, Arthur, my boy, here we are. Make haste and open your eyes. We have a drive before us, so you will have time to wake up on the way to your aunt's," said Mr. Vivyan, as they threaded their way along the crowded platform.
Indeed, he did not call himself a boy at all; for he had just left school, and was preparing for some difficult examination. All the faces round the table were turned towards Arthur as he opened the door; but none of them spoke until Maude, noticing the silence, saw Arthur standing. Then she said, "Gerald, why don't you speak? or Harold, this is Arthur Vivyan, Edgar's friend."
I think he is not quite so old as your father." "I suppose he is rather young then. I am glad of that. I should never be so much afraid of youngish people as of old ones." "Any more questions?" asked Mrs. Vivyan presently. "There is one question you have not asked, Arthur, darling, that I was expecting, and it is the one question that my heart is paining to have to answer."
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