Bewildered by the shadowy ban of birth
They learn that they are not as others are,
Till some go mad, and some sink prone to earth,
And some push stumbling on without a star.
“It made me think of Ces, you know,” she repeated.
He closed the book.
“He’s been different, from the time he was a tiny child. I’ve always known it, really, though he was the loveliest little boy and good, too. You do remember what a dear little boy he was when he first came here?” she entreated.
“Yes, I do,” said the doctor stoutly. “And we’ve that foundation to work upon, and the fact that the boy loves you. Your son is not going to ‘push on without a star,’ Rose.”
“That’s the very phrase that haunts me,” she half whispered.
“We’ll exorcise it, between us. Let him come down to us often, won’t you?”