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"Oh, my dear child, you've made yourself part of it as nobody else has.
I couldn't talk like this to anybody but you--not even to the Dragon,
who has an indulgent eye for my weaknesses. It is weak, I suppose, to
grouse as I'm doing. The children are happy, and I've helped to make
them so. It's only myself I'm thinking of, and I shan't inflict my
troubles on anybody after this. You've caught me just at the time."
"I'm very glad I have," she said. "Perhaps I can do something for you in
return for all you've done for me. One of the last things Caroline said
to me, upstairs, was, 'Take care of my darling old Daddy, while I'm
away.' So you see _she_ was thinking of you, left alone, up to the last;
and she treats me as one of the family. I know I can't take her place,
or B's; but I can do something if you'll let me. You've been awfully
good to me. You've always given me help when I've wanted it, and it
hasn't been altogether easy to behave myself as a responsible person,
when I'm still young enough to prefer to be looked after."
He smiled at her kindly. "All women want looking after," he said. "But
you've shown yourself remarkably capable."
She smiled in return, rather ruefully. "I try to be," she said. "But I
don't always feel it. It has been a great comfort to know I could apply
to you in my difficulties. You'll let me make some return now, won't
you? Caroline entrusted me to you, you know."
"The dear child! Well, my dear, you've done me good already. I thought
you would. Yes, you've made yourself one of us, Ella. It won't be so
desolating to come down here, if you're about. I shall be bringing
people down, but they won't make up to me for the loss of my girls. You
will; so I shall hope to see you over here as much as ever."
They reached the house again, and went in by the same way. Barbara met
them in the upstairs corridor. "Dad, I've been looking for you
everywhere," she said. "Where ever have you both been?"
"For a little walk to clear our brains," he said. "Now we're ready to
take up our duties again. What do you want, darling?"
It seemed that she wanted nothing in particular. She talked to him for
half a minute outside his room, and then went downstairs to join the
rest.
That evening Ella found herself in a corner of the Long Gallery with
Lady Grafton, with whom she had made friends.
"You're looking very beautiful to-night," said her ladyship, with an
appraising and approving eye on her, "and most surprisingly young. How
old are you, exactly? I should have said about nineteen."
"Thank you very much," said Ella. "I'm twenty-five. Sometimes I feel
immeasurably older, but my happiest state is when I can think of myself
as still a girl."
"Well, you look like one to-night; as I said, about nineteen. I can't
think why you haven't married again. You must often have thought of it."
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