Now, that is not what I could have hoped of my son; but when I told him so, he was very much hurt, said the old man was a saint, and he wouldn't interfere.

'Well, my dear,' I said, 'you must do as you please; but remember that your mother values consistency.'" When Mrs.Melcombe, who, with her son and Laura, was still at Paris, heard of it, she also made a characteristic remark.

"Dear me, how sad!" she exclaimed; "and there will be that pretty bride, Mrs.Brandon, in mourning for months, till all her wedding dresses, in fact, are out of fashion." Mrs.Melcombe had left Melcombe while it was at its loveliest, all the hawthorns in flower, the peonies and lilies of the valley.

She chose first to go to Paris, and then when Peter did not seem to grow, was thin and pale, she decided--since he never seemed so well as when he had no lessons to do--that she would let him accompany them on their tour.
Melcombe was therefore shut up again; and the pictures of Daniel Mortimer and the young lieutenant, his uncle, remained all the summer in the dark.

But Wigfield House was no sooner opened after Captain Walker's funeral than back came the painters, cleaners, and upholsterers, to every part of it; and the whole place, including the garden, was set in order for the bride.
Emily was not able to have any of the rest and seclusion she so much needed; but almost immediately took her one child and went to stay with her late husband's father till she could decide where to live.
Love that has been received affects the heart which has lost it quite differently from a loss where the love has been bestowed.