“Mayne.”
I started to my feet, and there was Mrs John gazing at me sadly, but so changed since I had seen her before my start, that I could only look at her wonderingly, and when she held out her hand I caught it and was about to raise it to my lips, but she drew me to her, and the next moment she was seated on the bench I had left, and I was down upon my knees gazing up into her sweet face, feeling that while she lived I had one who would always take for me the part of the mother I had lost so long.
Chapter Forty One.
An Invasion of Savages.
It was quite two hours later that, as she rose to go back to Mr Raydon’s quarters, Mrs John said—
“There, I believe in you, Mayne, and so does my husband. Be satisfied.”
“I never shall be till Mr Raydon tells me he was wrong,” I said.
“And he will as soon as he feels convinced, so be patient and wait. My brother is rather strange in his ways, and always was. When he becomes prejudiced through some idea he is very hard to move.”