“How happy Carl could be here, if he had a stepmother like mine,” Gilbert thought.
They went up to the front door, which was opened for them by a servant.
“Jane, is Mrs. Crawford in?” asked the doctor.
“No, sir; not just now. She went to the village to do some shopping.”
“Is Peter in?”
“No, sir.”
“Then you will have to wait till they return.”
“Can’t I go up to Carl’s room and be packing his things?”
“Yes, I think you may. I don’t think Mrs. Crawford would object.”
“Good heavens! Hasn’t the man a mind of his own?” thought Gilbert.