“Rex’s mother dead!” she repeated, slowly, wondering if she had heard aright. “Oh, my poor Rex, my poor Rex!”
How she longed to go to him and comfort him in that terrible hour, but she dared not intrude upon him.
“If there is any message you would like to leave,” said the kind-hearted Parker, “I will take it to Mr. Rex.”
“No,” said Daisy, shaking her head, “I have no message to leave; perhaps I will come again––after this is all over,” she made answer, hesitatingly; her brain was in a whirl; she wanted to get away all by herself to think. “Please don’t say any one was here,” she said, quickly; “I––I don’t want any one to know.”
The sweet, plaintive voice, as sweet as the silvery note of a forest bird, went straight to his heart.
Whatever the mission of this beautiful, mysterious visitor, he would certainly respect her wishes.
“I shall not mention it if you do not wish it,” he said.
“Thank you,” she replied, simply; “you are very kind. My life seems made up of disappointments,” she continued, as she walked slowly home under the restless, sighing green branches.
It seemed so indeed. She was so young and inexperienced to be thrown so entirely upon the cold, pitiless world––cut off so entirely from all human sympathy. She entered the house quite unobserved. Eve––bright, merry, dashing Eve––was singing like a lark in the drawing-room, making the old house echo with her bright young voice.