There are not a few sons, I think, who would be more considerate, were they trusted like Cosmo from the first, and allowed to know thoroughly the circumstances of their parents.

The sooner mutual confidence is initiated the better.

A servant knocked at the door, and, true to the day, came the expected letter from his father--this time enclosing one from Lady Joan.
The Warlocks and she had never had sight of each other since the dreary day she left them, but they had never lost hearing of each other.

Lady Joan retained a lively remembrance of her visit, and to both father and son the occasional letter from her was a rare pleasure.

Some impression of the dignity and end of life had been left with Joan from their influences, old man as was the one, and child as was the other; and to the imagination of Cosmo she was still the type of all beauty--such as his boyish eyes had seen her, and his boyish heart received her.