I could see a certain
troubled look above her eyes, however.
"You are thinking of Wynnie," I said.
"Yes. It is hard to make one sad for the sake of the rest."
"True. But it is one of the world's recognised necessities."
"No doubt."
"Besides, you don't suppose Percivale can stay here the whole winter. They
must part some time."
"Of course. Only they did not expect it so soon."
But here my wife was mistaken.
I went to my study to write to Weir. I had hardly finished my letter when
Walter came to say that Mr. Percivale wished to see me. I told him to show
him in.
"I am just writing home to say that I want my curate to change places with
me here, which I know he will be glad enough to do. I see Connie had better
go home."
"You will all go, then, I presume?" returned Percivale.
"Yes, yes; of course."
"Then I need not so much regret that I can stay no longer. I came to tell
you that I must leave to-morrow."
"Ah! Going to London?"
"Yes. I don't know how to thank you for all your kindness.
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