We have a great deal to be
thankful for, and we shall do very well."
It made that loving tender-hearted Aunt Jane break quite down, cling
to him and sob, "O Giles--those dear noble boys--how little we
thought--and dear Caergwent too--and you away from home!"
She was crying quite violently, so as to be shaken by the sobs; and
her brother stood over her, saying a kind word or two now and then,
to try to soothe her; while Kate remained a little way off, with her
black eyes wide open, thinking her uncle's face was almost
displeased--at any rate, very rigid. He looked up at Kate, and
signed towards a scent-bottle on the table. Kate gave it; and then,
as if the movement had filled her with a panic, she darted out of the
room, and flew up to the bedrooms, crying out, "Aunt Barbara, Aunt
Jane is crying so terribly!"
"She will have one of her attacks! Oh!" began Lady Barbara, catching
up a bottle of salvolatile.
"Had we not better leave her and Giles to one another?" said the
tones that Kate liked so much.
"Oh! my dear, you don't know what these attacks are!" and away
hurried Lady Barbara.
The bonnet was off now, leaving only a little plain net cap under it,
round the calm gentle face. There was a great look of sadness, and
the eyelids were heavy and drooping; but there was something that put
Kate in mind of a mother dove in the softness of the large tender
embrace, and the full sweet caressing tone.
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