Recollections of last night were beginning to steal over him, when the door opened, and Jane came in.
"At last! Master Humphrey. Why I thought you were never going to wake up! Master Miles has been asking for you for ever so long!"
"Then he's better, is he?" said Humphrey, eagerly.
"Better!" exclaimed Jane, in a sprightly tone; "why bless you, he's quite well."
Jane had been the one to find Humphrey in the drawing-room the night before, and had guessed by his tear-stained face how it had been.
She was not equivocating; Miles had taken a turn for the better in the night, and there was no further anxiety about him.
Humphrey's spirits rose immediately to their usual height; he dressed himself in a great hurry, and soon the two little brothers were together again.
Humphrey did not allude to his troubles of the evening before. Perhaps he had already forgotten them; or if they did recur to his memory, it was with a dull, dead sense of pain which he had no wish to call into life again.
His was a nature that was only too glad to escape from such recollections. His buoyant spirits and volatile disposition helped him to throw off sad memories, and never had he been gayer or wilder than on this morning, as he laughed and talked, and played by his brother's bedside.