‘I wish every one kept promises as you did,’ said James, looking about for something cheerful to say.

‘I had hope then,’ said Oliver; and well might he feel the contrast between the youth, with such hopes, energies, and determination mighty within him, and the broken and disappointed man.

‘Hope yet, and better hope!’ James could not help saying.

‘Not while there’s such a rascal in the office at Lima,’ cried Oliver, testily.

‘Oh!  Uncle Oliver, he did not mean that!’ exclaimed Clara.

Mr. Dynevor grumbled something about parsons, which neither of them chose to hear; and Clara cut it short by saying, ’After all, Uncle Oliver, you have done it all!  Dear grandmamma came back and was happy here, and that was all that signified.  You never wanted it for yourself, you know, and my dear father was not here to have it.  And for you, what could you have had more than your nephew and niece to—­ to try to be like your children!  And hadn’t you rather have them without purchase than with?’ And as she saw him smile in answer to her bright caress, she added merrily, ’There’s nothing else to pity but the fir trees and gold fish; and as they have done very happily before without the Pendragon reign, I dare any they will again; so I can’t be very sorry for them!’

This was Clara’s farewell to her greatness, and cheerily she enlivened her uncle all the way to London, and tried to solace him after the interviews that he insisted on with various men of business, and which did not tend to make him stronger in health or spirits through the next day’s journey.

The engine whistled its arriving shriek at Northwold.  Happy Clara!  What was the summer rain to her?  Every house, every passenger, were tokens of home; and the damp rain-mottled face of the Terrace, looking like a child that had been crying, was more welcome to her longing eyes than ever had been lake or mountain.

Isabel and little Catharine stood on the step; but as Mr. Dynevor was lifted out, the little girl shrank out of sight with a childish awe of infirmity.  The dining-room had been made a very comfortable sitting-room for him, and till he was settled there, nothing else could be attended to; but he was so much fatigued, that it was found best to leave him entirely to Jane; and Clara, after a few moments, followed her brother from the room.

As she shut the door, she stood for some seconds unobserved, and unwilling to interfere with the scene before her.  Halfway upstairs, James had been pulled down to sit on the steps, surrounded by his delighted flock.  The baby was in his arms, flourishing her hands as he danced her; Kitty, from above, had clasped tightly round his neck, chattering and kissing with breathless velocity; one twin in front was drumming on his knee, and shrieking in accordance with every shout of the baby; and below, leaning on the balusters, stood their mother’s graceful figure, looking up at them with a lovely smiling face of perfect gladness.  She was the first to perceive Clara; and, with a pretty gesture to be silent, she pointed to the stand of the Wedgewood jar, under which sat the other little maid, her two fat arms clasped tight round her papa’s umbrella, and the ivory handle indenting her rosy cheek, as she fondled it in silent transport.