"That is true, I cannot hasten the movements of your physician," said Hubert, with a smile.
"That is right," said Margaret, rising, "let us part now, cheerfully."
"Well, but give me your commands," he replied, "you cannot tell the charm of following implicitly the direction of a person one loves."
"You know them, I think," said Margaret smiling, "you are to go to sea; and you are to remember the days, when every English gentleman was a scholar, as well as a soldier. And as you are a sailor, you will find no difficulty in following the examples of Elizabeth's reign. In fact, when I see you again, I shall find you very like your father. You must come in, and say good bye to my uncle, for perhaps when you return again to England, you may regret that you had not taken leave of so old a friend."
She passed into the house: her uncle was in his arm chair, drawn close to the fire, he was as chilly as ever in that summer weather.
"Mr. Hubert Gage is come to take leave of you, uncle," said Margaret leaning over his chair.
"Oh! these leave-takings," said Mr. Grey turning and offering his hand to Hubert; "they are the worst part of life. And where are you going, my dear friend?"
"To sea, if I can get afloat," said Hubert.
"The very best thing in the world," said Mr. Grey. "Your father is delighted, is he not?"
"I do not think he knows of my resolution; it was rather sudden," said Hubert with some confusion of manner.