At the same time he had a growing consciousness that perhaps there was
something in the reader also which mainly held his interest. It was
pleasant to listen to the low, musical voice. It was pleasant to see
the red lips drop the words so easily yet so distinctly, and chief of
all was the consciousness of a vitalized presence that made the room
seem full when she was in it, and empty when she was absent, though all
others remained.
He truly shared the children's regret when at last she said, "Now I am
tired, and must go upstairs and rest awhile before supper, after which
we will have some music. You can go into the sitting-room and look at
the pictures till the tea-bell rings. Mr. Gregory, will my excuse to
the children answer for you also?"
"I suppose it must, though I have no pictures to look at."
She suddenly appeared to change her mind, and said, briskly, "Come,
sir, what you need is work for others. I have read to you, and you
ought to be willing to read to me. If you please, I will rest in the
arm-chair here instead of in my room."
"I will take your medicine," he said, eagerly, "without a wry face,
though an indifferent reader, while I think you are a remarkably good
one; and let me tell you it is one of the rarest accomplishments we
find. You shall also choose the book."
"What unaccountable amiableness!" she replied, laughing. "I fear I
shall reward you by going to sleep."
"Very well, anything so I am not left alone again. I am wretched
company for myself."
"Oh, it is not for my sake you are so good, after all!"
"You think me a selfish wretch, Miss Walton."
"I think you are like myself, capable of much improvement. But I wish
to rest, and you must not talk, but read. There is the 'Schonberg-Cotta
Family.' I have been over it two or three times, so if I lose the
thread of the story it does not matter."
He wheeled the arm-chair up to the fire for her, and for a while she
listened with interest; but at last her lids drooped and soon closed,
and her regular breathing showed that she was sleeping. His voice sank
in lower and lower monotone lest his sudden stopping should awaken her,
then he laid down his book and read a different story in the pure young
face turned toward him.
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