My poor
boy, it seems cruel, but I must say it."
"Shall I go away, Aunt?" was all his answer, very firmly uttered, though
his lips were white.
"Not yet, only leave them to themselves, and hide your trouble if you
can. Yet, if you prefer, you shall go to town, and Benson shall see that
you are comfortable. Your health will be a reason, and I will come, or
write often, if you are homesick. It shall depend on you, for I want to
be just and kind in this hard case. You shall decide."
"Then I will stay. I can hide my love; and to see them together will
soon cease to wound me, if Octavia is happy."
"So let it rest then, for a time. You shall miss your companion as
little as possible, for I will try to fill her place. Forgive me,
Maurice, and pity a mother's solicitude, for these two are the last of
many children, and I am a widow now."
Lady Treherne's voice faltered, and if any selfish hope or plan
lingered in her nephew's mind, that appeal banished it and touched his
better nature. Pressing her hand he said gently, "Dear Aunt, do not
lament over me. I am one set apart for afflictions, yet I will not be
conquered by them. Let us forget my youth and be friendly counselors
together for the good of the two whom we both love.
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