Robarts by this post,
and I must think what I have to say to him. I could not write that
letter here, and the post goes at four." And Mrs. Robarts got up from
her chair, preparatory to her final departure.
"I shall come to you before dinner," said Lady Meredith; "and if I
can bring you good tidings, I shall expect you to come back here with
me. It is out of the question that I should go away from Framley
leaving you and my mother at enmity with each other." To this Mrs.
Robarts made no answer; and in a very few minutes afterwards she was
in her own nursery, kissing her children, and teaching the elder one
to say something about papa. But, even as she taught him, the tears
stood in her eyes, and the little fellow knew that everything was not
right. And there she sat till about two, doing little odds and ends
of things for the children, and allowing that occupation to stand
as an excuse to her for not commencing her letter. But then there
remained only two hours to her, and it might be that the letter would
be difficult in the writing--would require thought and changes, and
must needs be copied, perhaps, more than once. As to the money, that
she had in the house--as much, at least, as Mark now wanted, though
the sending of it would leave her nearly penniless.
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