'A nice thing!' said Fanny.
Harry glanced towards the door. He wanted to get out.
'Most distressing, indeed!' The minister slowly shook his head.
'What about tonight, Mr. Enderby?' asked Harry, in rather a small voice.
'Shall you want me?'
Mr. Enderby looked up painedly, and put his hand to his brow. He studied
Harry for some time, vacantly. There was the faintest sort of a
resemblance between the two men.
'Yes,' he said. 'Yes, I think. I think we must take no notice, and cause
as little remark as possible.'
Fanny hesitated. Then she said to Harry.
'But _will_ you come?'
He looked at her.
'Ay, I s'll come,' he said.
Then he turned to Mr. Enderby.
'Well, good-afternoon, Mr. Enderby,' he said.
'Good-afternoon, Harry, good-afternoon,' replied the mournful minister.
Fanny followed Harry to the door, and for some time they walked in
silence through the late afternoon.
'And it's yours as much as anybody else's?' she said.
'Ay,' he answered shortly.
And they went without another word, for the long mile or so, till they
came to the corner of the street where Harry lived. Fanny hesitated.
Should she go on to her aunt's? Should she? It would mean leaving all
this, for ever. Harry stood silent.
Some obstinacy made her turn with him along the road to his own home.
When they entered the house-place, the whole family was there, mother and
father and Jinny, with Jinny's husband and children and Harry's two
brothers.
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