"
All was soon still; Frank's face had something like rest on it, as
he lay with his mother's hand on his brow, and she intent only on
him.
"You can leave them to me, I think," said Anne. "I will send if
there be need; but if not, you had better not come up till you have
been to Wil'sbro'--if you must go."
"I must, I fear; I promised to come to Fuller if he be still here.
I will speak to Jenkins first."
Julius was living like a soldier in a campaign, with numbers
dropping beside him, and no time to mourn, scarcely to realize the
loss, and he went on, almost as if he had been a stranger; while the
grief of poor old Jenkins was uncontrollable, both for his lady's
sake and for the young master, who had been his pride and glory.
His sobs brought out Mrs. Grindstone into the gallery, to insist,
with some asperity, that there should be no noise to awaken her
mistress, who was in a sweet sleep.
"We will take care," said Julius, sadly. "I suppose she had better
hear nothing till Mr. Charnock comes."
"She must be left to me, sir, or I cannot be answerable for the
consequences," was the stiff reply, wherewith Mrs.
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