"Oh, Arthur, what a big moustache! What a dear you look! We never, never expected to see you before we got to London." "I was not sure of coming, but I worked it somehow, for I could not wait an hour longer than was necessary. Peg, you're a lady growed! I looks towards you! Oh, let us be joyful! This is grand to be together again, with no more miserable partings ahead. Welcome to England, mother! First step on the old land--eh? Feels nice and sound beneath your feet, doesn't it? Just the sort of solid, durable old place to take root in after a roaming life!" And Arthur led his mother on shore, rattling away in his old merry style, though the tears shone in his eyes also, and his voice was not so clear as it might have been. The years that had passed since he had seen his parents last had not been altogether easy ones for him. He had had to face the bitterest disappointment of his life, to adapt himself to a new and uncongenial sphere, and, in spite of all his courage, there had been moments when the task had seemed too heavy to bear. It had been an effort to write cheerfully, and to refrain from repinings over his lost hopes, but he had made the effort, and he was rewarded for his forbearance a hundred times over in this moment of meeting, as he noticed the hollows in his mother's cheeks, and the grey locks on his father's brow. It had been hard enough for them as it was. He was thankful he had not laid on them the additional burden of his own sufferings. The reunited family travelled up to town together, and dined in a private room in the hotel, so that they might be able to talk without interruption. Arthur was, of course, the hero of the occasion, and was handed about from one to another of his adoring relatives in a manner which would have been amusing to an onlooker. First of all Mrs Saville claimed him, and they sat on the sofa together, stroking each other's hands like a charming pair of lovers, as a mother and grown-up son should always be. Then she cast an apologetic glance at her husband, and made an excuse to move her position, when Colonel Saville took possession of his "boy," and the two tall figures leant against the mantelpiece talking "manny talk," as Peggy expressed it, and smoking their cigarettes. Finally it was Peggy's own turn, and she sat perched on Arthur's knee, gazing into the dear, handsome face which had always been her ideal of manly beauty.