"There are all those people in the drawing-room! What would my husband
say at my neglecting them? Good-night, my darling; be good; and
good-night, Merle." She smiled at me in quite a friendly fashion, and
hurried away without another look.
"I always do say master does make a slave of mistress," grumbled Hannah,
as she filled the bath; "she never has a moment to herself that I can
see. What is the use of having children if one never sees them." And
though I refrained from any comment, I quite endorsed Hannah's opinion.
As soon as Hannah had cleared the room, I shaded the light and began
quietly arranging my clothes in the wardrobe, and then I sat down in the
low chair beside the fire. Through the open door I could see Hannah's
bent head as she sat at her sewing. The nursery looked warm and cosy--a
very haven of comfort; but I wanted to be alone for a time to think over
the occurrences of the day. "To commune with one's own heart and to be
still." How good it is to do that sometimes. For a few moments my
thoughts lingered lovingly in the little cottage at Putney. Aunt Agatha
and Uncle Keith would be talking of me, I knew that. I could almost hear
the pitying tones of Aunt Agatha's voice, "Poor child! How lonely she
will feel without us to-night!" Did I feel lonely? I hardly think so; on
the contrary, I had the warm, satisfied conviction at my heart that I
was in my right place, the place for which I was most fitted.
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