Duncombe was coming afterwards to take leave of
him.
Philip shrugged his shoulders in horror, and declared that he should
not return again till _that_ was over; but he should look in again
before he went home to settle about Herbert's coming to York.
"York!" said Herbert, with a gasp, as Jenny brought his jelly, and
arranged his pillows for a rest, while the dragoon's boots resounded
on the stairs. "Please tell him to say no more about it. I want
them all to understand that I'm not going in for that sort of thing
any more."
"My dear, I think you had better not say things hotly and rashly;
you may feel so very differently by and by."
"I know that," said Herbert; "but after all it is only what my
ordination vows mean, though I did not see it then. And this year
must be a penance year; I had made up my mind to that before I fell
ill."
"Only you must get well," said Jenny.
"That takes care of itself when one is sound to begin with," said
Herbert. "And now that I have been brought back again, and had my
eyes opened, and have got another trial given me, it would be double
shame to throw it away.
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