Harcourt immediately followed the woman to his mother’s room.
She was sitting in the same chair, knitting, as before.
“Sit down, Will, my dear. Your father has just gone out. He says that I must cheer up, for I shall soon be well—well enough to leave this room; and Will, he says that he has got a beautiful new home for me, where I shall be sure to grow strong and hearty, and renew my youth. Just think of that, Will!” said the poor lady, with her face beaming.
“I am glad to hear that, mother. Did he tell you where it was?”
“Well, no. I asked him, but he only said it was not far off; it was nearer than I thought; but he said he couldn’t tell me any more about it because he wanted to give me a happy surprise. And—well, I really think he has been building a beautiful house while I have been here. I know I shall get perfectly well again, because your father says so, and I have such faith in his judgment. Where are the young ladies?” she next inquired.
“They have gone into the drawing-room, mother.”
“Well, then, dear, go and make yourself agreeable to them. I shall take a nap. I always do after dinner. You can come to me again when I wake.”
“Let me stay until you fall asleep, mother. I will not disturb you. Will you lie down?”
“No, dear; just lean back and close my eyes. I sleep best in my chair in the daytime,” she answered, as she composed herself for her nap.
Harcourt watched her until she fell asleep. He was anxious to observe her in that state. He saw that she slept calmly, and breathed easily; and then he stole out of the room, found Martha, sent her to stay with her mistress, and then joined the ladies.