"I believe Jenkins is waiting for your
appearance to bring in the urn, my dear."
"I'm coming; but surely there ought to be a bell or gong to assemble
the family."
"It might disturb my mother. What sleep she gets is in the morning.
I never go to her till eleven o'clock, unless I am going out for the
day."
"And what will she want me to do for her?" asked Cecil, glancing at
her empty shelves.
"A woman's tact will soon find out. All I wish is that she should
be your first object."
It was a much larger _all_ than could be realized by the son whose
happiest moments had been spent in devotion to her, and who thought
the motherless girl must rejoice doubly in such a mother.
"But I am free till eleven," said Cecil.
"Free always, I hope," he returned, with a shade of vexation.
Therewith they descended the broad stairs into the panelled hall,
where a great fire was blazing on the hearth, and Rosamond and the
two young brothers were standing chatting merrily before it.
Julius, she said, had his primary sermon heavy on his mind, and had
risen before day to attack it; and she sped away to summon him from
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