At that moment the door was closed softly, and Uncle Luke stood blowing his nose outside upon the mat.
“Nearly seventy, and sobbing like a child,” he muttered softly. “Dear me, what an old fool I am.”
Chapter Sixty Three.
Leslie Makes an Announcement.
It was a week before the London doctor said that Louise Vine might undertake the journey down home; but when it was talked of, she looked up at her father in a troubled way.
“It would be better, my darling,” he whispered. “You shrink from going back to the old place. Why should you, where there will be nothing but love and commiseration?”
“It is not that,” she said sadly. “Harry!”
“Yes! But we can do no more by staying here.”