'Papa! guess who is here!' He looked at her; she saw the idea of the truth glimmer into

their filmy sadness, and be dismissed thence as a wild

imagination.

He threw himself forward, and hid his face once more in his

stretched-out arms, resting upon the table as heretofore. She

heard him whisper; she bent tenderly down to listen. 'I don't

know. Don't tell me it is Frederick--not Frederick. I cannot bear

it,--I am too weak. And his mother is dying!'He began to cry and

wail like a child. It was so different to all which Margaret had

hoped and expected, that she turned sick with disappointment, and

was silent for an instant. Then she spoke again--very

differently--not so exultingly, far more tenderly and carefully.

'Papa, it is Frederick! Think of mamma, how glad she will be! And

oh, for her sake, how glad we ought to be! For his sake,

too,--our poor, poor boy!' Her father did not change his attitude, but he seemed to be

trying to understand the fact.

'Where is he?' asked he at last, his face still hidden in his

prostrate arms.

'In your study, quite alone. I lighted the taper, and ran up to

tell you. He is quite alone, and will be wondering why--' 'I will go to him,' broke in her father; and he lifted himself up

and leant on her arm as on that of a guide.

Margaret led him to the study door, but her spirits were so

agitated that she felt she could not bear to see the meeting. She

turned away, and ran up-stairs, and cried most heartily. It was

the first time she had dared to allow herself this relief for

days. The strain had been terrible, as she now felt. But

Frederick was come! He, the one precious brother, was there,

safe, amongst them again! She could hardly believe it. She

stopped her crying, and opened her bedroom door. She heard no

sound of voices, and almost feared she might have dreamt. She

went down-stairs, and listened at the study door. She heard the

buzz of voices; and that was enough. She went into the kitchen,

and stirred up the fire, and lighted the house, and prepared for

the wanderer's refreshment. How fortunate it was that her mother

slept! She knew that she did, from the candle-lighter thrust

through the keyhole of her bedroom door. The traveller could be

refreshed and bright, and the first excitement of the meeting

with his father all be over, before her mother became aware of

anything unusual.

When all was ready, Margaret opened the study door, and went in

like a serving-maiden, with a heavy tray held in her extended

arms. She was proud of serving Frederick. But he, when he saw

her, sprang up in a minute, and relieved her of her burden. It

was a type, a sign, of all the coming relief which his presence

would bring. The brother and sister arranged the table together,

saying little, but their hands touching, and their eyes speaking

the natural language of expression, so intelligible to those of

the same blood. The fire had gone out; and Margaret applied

herself to light it, for the evenings had begun to be chilly; and

yet it was desirable to make all noises as distant as possible

from Mrs. Hale's room.




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