"Come in and tell us all," she said. "I see it is good news."
Herbert was quite well enough to bear good news in full detail as he
lay, not saying much, but smiling his welcome, and listening with
ears almost as eager as his sister's. And as Julius told of the
crushed and broken man, Jenny's tears rose to her eyes, and she
pressed her brother's hand and whispered, "Thanks, dear boy!"
"Small thanks to me."
"Yes, I can enjoy it now," said Jenny; "thanks to you for forcing
the bitterness out of me."
"Can you bear a little more good news, Herbert?" said Julius. "Who
do you think is to have St. Nicholas?"
"Not William Easterby? That's too good to be true."
"But so it is. All the Senior Fellows dropped it like a red-hot
coal."
"I thought Dwight wanted to marry?"
"Yes, but the lady's friends won't hear of his taking her there; so
it has come down to young Easterby. He can't be inducted of course
yet; but he has written to say he will come down on Saturday and
take matters in hand."
"The services on Sunday? Oh!" said Herbert, with as great a gasp of
relief as if he had been responsible for them; and, indeed, Rosamond
declared that both her husband and Mr.
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