England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
Harold, absorbed with his father, turned his full blue eyes round
gravely and fixed them not on the furs, but on the strange lady's face.
"Father," he said in a slow, solemn tone, "may I kiss that pretty lady?"
"My dear boy, no, no. I am ashamed of you. Now run away, children; go on
with your walk. Nurse, take baby."
The children were evidently accustomed to implicit obedience. They went
without a word.
"But I will kiss Harold first," said Charlotte Harman, and she stooped
down and pressed her lips to the soft round cheek.
"Thank you," said the clergyman. Again he looked into her face and
smiled.
The smile on his careworn face reminded Charlotte of the smile on St.
Stephen's face, when he was dying. It was unearthly, angelic; but it was
also very fleeting. Presently he added in a grave tone,----
"You have evidently the great gift of attracting the heart of a little
child. Pardon me if I add a hope that you may never lose it."
"Is that possible?" asked Charlotte.
"Yes; when you lose the child spirit, the power will go."
"Oh! then I hope it never will," she replied.
"It never will if you keep the Christ bright within you," he answered.
Then he raised his hat to her, smiled again, and walked away.
He was a strange man, and Charlotte felt attracted as well as repelled.
She was proud, and at another time and from other lips such words would
have been received with disdain. But this queer, shadowy-looking
clergyman looked like an unearthly visitant. She watched his rather weak
footsteps, as he walked quietly away in the northern direction through
the park. Then she got up and prepared to return home. But this little
incident had sobered her. She was not unhappy; but she now felt very
grave. The child spirit! She must keep it alive, and the Christ must
dwell bright within her.
Charlotte's temperament was naturally religious. Her nature was so frank
and noble that she could not but drink in the good as readily as the
flower receives the dew; but she had come to this present fulness of her
youthful vigor without one trial being sent to test the gold. She
entered the house after her long walk to find Hinton waiting for her.
CHAPTER XII.
FOUR MONTHS HENCE.
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