I wish he would have come to us." "I think he is better here.

Everything here reminds him of my mother, and he feels at home.

But I shall feel that I leave him in your hands, my kind cousin." Maurice bade his father good-bye that night, and early next morning he started on his journey to Chester.

What a journey it was! His account to Lady Dighton had been exaggerated certainly, but was not without foundation.

Again and again he found himself left behind, chafing and restless, by some train which had carried him for, perhaps, an hour, and obliged to amuse himself as best he could until a fresh one came, in which he would travel another equally short stage.