Of course it was a wrench to leave his wife and newly-recovered son; but he had made up his mind that it was right, both as an act of justice to an injured man, incumbent upon him as head of the family, and likewise as needful in his capacity of guardian to Herbert, while the possibility of bringing healing to Bertha also urged him. However, Frank said little of all this, only quite simply, as if he were going to ride to the petty sessions at Colbeam, mentioned that he thought it right to go out to Canada to see about his nephew. And as soon as he had brought the party home, and seen his boy once more in his own nursery, he set forth, leaving Mary to talk and wonder with Lady Adela over the possible consequences. CHAPTER XLII HUMBLE PIE Bertha had just arrived from her tour, having rushed home on the tidings of a quarrel between the doctors and the lady nurses of her pet hospital; and she had immediately dashed down to Northmoor to secure her cousin as one of the supporters. She sat by Lady Adela's fire, very much disconcerted at hearing that he was not come home yet, though expected every day. 'What should he have gone off to Canada for? He might have been contented to stay at home, after having lost all this time by his illness. Oh, yes, I know that sounds ungrateful, when it was all in the cause of my little Cea. I shall be thankful to him all my life, but all the same, he ought to be at home when he is wanted, and I wonder he liked to fly off just when he had got his dear little boy back again.' 'He did not like it, but thought it his duty.' 'Duty--what, to Herbert? Certainly the boy has come out very well in this matter, considering that the finding Mite was to his own detriment; but probably he has found his vocation as a colonist. Still Northmoor might have let him find that for himself.' 'Do you know where the home he found is, Bertha?' 'Somewhere about Lake Winnipeg, isn't it?' 'Yes; and the name is Northmoor.' 'Named by Herbert, eh? Or didn't John Tulse go out? Did he name the place in loyalty to us?' 'Not John Tulse, but one who told Herbert that his happiest days were spent here.' 'Adela, you mean something. Don't tantalise me. Is it Fred Alder? And was he kind to the boy for old sake's sake, because he bore the old name? Did he think he was your Mike?' Bertha was leaning forward now, devouring Adela with her eyes. 'He was much puzzled to understand who Herbert was, but he gave him great help. The man could hardly have been made to speak if he had not brought him to his bearings. Herbert has been living with him and his brother-in-law ever since, and is going to remain as a farming-pupil.' 'Married of course to a nasal Yankee?' 'No.' There was a pause. Bertha drew herself back in her chair, Adela busied herself with the tea-cups. Presently came the question-- 'Did Northmoor know?' 'Yes, he did.' 'And was that the reason of his going out?'