"Shall you go home" asked Leslie quietly.
"Yes yes" exclaimed Sylvia "Oh Leslie help me to pack, I feel too weak."
The trunks were soon packed and the heart broken couple were on their way to Mayfield. Arriving at the Hall Sylvia flew up to her uncle's room and throwing herself on the floor shook the room with ear piercing sobs.
"Who is crying?" presently asked Mr. Earlsdown.
"It is me uncle—your repentant niece."
Mr. Earlsdown gave a contented smile and turned away his head. Presently he turned round and his eyes fell upon Sylvia's white hand on the counterpane.
"Mrs. Woodcock I see" he said with a smile looking at the golden wedding ring on Sylvia's third finger.
"Yes Uncle" said Sylvia in a low tone "But you wont leave me till I am better will you child" said her uncle.
"Never uncle" said Sylvia "never to your dying day."