"How I wish I could!" echoed Miles.
"Do you?" said Sir Everard; "I wonder why."
Humphrey did not answer; he was gazing out of the window in deep thought.
"Who would you look for, my little man?" asked Sir Everard of Miles.
"I should look for you, dear Fardie."
"But I am here, darling."
"Not always," said Miles, laying his little hand caressingly on Sir Everard's. "When you are away in London, I should like to look in and see what you are doing."
It was by these engaging little words and ways, that Miles had wound himself so closely round his father's heart.
"So you would like to see me when I am away," he said, stroking the child's hand, "do you miss me when I'm not with you?"