“Why, perhaps not what your impatience calls ‘directly,’” returned the Doctor; “but pretty soon too. Let us see. Let us see. To-day is Thursday, is it not? Then he promises to be here, this day month.”
“This day month!” repeated Marion, softly.
“A gay day and a holiday for us,” said the cheerful voice of her sister Grace, kissing her in congratulation. “Long looked forward to, dearest, and come at last.”
She answered with a smile; a mournful smile, but full of sisterly affection: and as she looked in her sister’s face, and listened to the quiet music of her voice, picturing the happiness of this return, her own face glowed with hope and joy.
And with a something else: a something shining more and more through all the rest of its expression: for which I have no name. It was not exultation, triumph, proud enthusiasm. They are not so calmly shown. It was not love and gratitude alone, though love and gratitude were part of it. It emanated from no sordid thought, for sordid thoughts do not light up the brow, and hover on the lips, and move the spirit, like a fluttered light, until the sympathetic figure trembles.
Doctor Jeddler, in spite of his system of philosophy—which he was continually contradicting and denying in practice, but more famous philosophers have done that—could not help having as much interest in the return of his old ward and pupil, as if it had been a serious event. So he sat himself down in his easy chair again, stretched out his slippered feet once more upon the rug, read the letter over and over a great many times, and talked it over more times still.
“Ah! The day was,” said the Doctor, looking at the fire, “when you and he, Grace, used to trot about arm-in-arm, in his holiday time, like a couple of walking dolls. You remember?”
“I remember,” she answered, with her pleasant laugh, and plying her needle busily.
“This day month, indeed!” mused the Doctor. “That hardly seems a twelve-month ago. And where was my little Marion then!”
“Never far from her sister,” said Marion, cheerily, “however little. Grace was everything to me, even when she was a young child herself.”