Her silence was not oblivion: it was a sanctuary where lights were burning round the shrine, over which the wings of affection were folded.
"When my father was gone, then you came back to Up-Hill ?" "No: I did not come back until you were in your fourth year.

Then my mother died, and I brought you home.

At the first moment you went straight to your grandfather's heart; and that night, as you lay asleep upon his knee, I told him the truth, as I tell it to you this night.

And he said to me, 'Ducie, things have settled a bit lately.

The squire has got over his trouble about Launcie; and young William is the acknowledged heir, and the welcome heir.