"Yes, sir, quite ready."
"I fear that you can not go over to the cottage to bid farewell to your sisters; but, perhaps, it is better that you should not."
"I think so too, sir," replied Edward; "now that the snow has nearly disappeared, I did think of going over, having been so long absent, but I must send Oswald over instead."
"Well, then, leave me to write my letters, and do you prepare your saddle-bags. Patience and Clara will assist you. Tell Sampson to come to me."
Edward went to Patience and Clara, and told them that he was to set off for London on the following morning, and was about to make his preparations.
"How long do you remain, Edward?" inquired Patience.
"I can not tell; Sampson goes with me, and I must, of course, be guided by your father. Do you know where the saddle-bags are, Patience?"
"Yes; Phoebe shall bring them to your room."
"And you and Clara must come and give me your assistance."
"Certainly we will, if you require it; but I did not know that your wardrobe was so extensive."