I wondered there was not." "And yet I wrote one." Maurice was looking at his father in grievous perplexity and vexation, when he suddenly became aware of the nervous tremor the old man was in.
He went up to him hastily, with a quick impulse of shame and tenderness.
"Forgive me, father," he said.

"I forgot myself and you.

Only you cannot know the miserable anxiety I have been in lately.

Now tell me whether it is true that you are stronger than when I left ?" He sat down by the easy-chair and tried to talk to his father as if Mrs.
Costello and Lucia had no existence; but Mr.Leigh, though he outwardly took courage to enjoy all the gladness of their union, was troubled at heart.

It was a grievous disappointment, this coming home of which so much had been said and thought.