And both knew what he meant, and how hard it would be to be the
clergyman he had learnt to wish to be, if his mother were at hand to
be distressed by all he did or did not do.
"But, any way," added Herbert, "I hope to have some time longer at
Compton before I go. Next Sunday, if I only _can_."
His mind was evidently full of the Feast of the Sunday, and Julius
answered, "Whichever Sunday you are strong enough, of course, dear
fellow. You had better come with him, Jenny, and sleep at the
Rectory."
"Oh! thank you. I should like nothing so much; and I think they
will spare me that one day."
"You will come in for a grand gathering, that is, if poor Cecil
accepts. Miles thinks she ought to be godmother."
"Oh!"
"And no one has said a word of any cloud. It is better he should
know nothing."
"And oh! Julius, is it true that her father has bought Sirenwood for
her?"
"Quite true. You know it was proposed at first, but the trustees
doubted of the title; but when all that was cleared up, it turned
out to be a better investment than Swanslea, and so they settled it,
without much reference to her.
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