“Thank you,” said Harry. “And I’ll try to be patient.”
“Well, shall we go now?” said Arthur, who had been waiting patiently through it all. The others followed him and Will.
“Is your brother going to remain here?” asked Graeme. “That will be nice for you.”
“Yes, on some accounts it would be nice. But if they send Harry off to fill his place at the West, I shall not like that, unless, indeed, they send us both. And I am not sure I should like that long.”
“Send Harry!” exclaimed Graeme.
“Nonsense, Graeme!” said Harry. “That is some of Charlie’s stuff.”
“I hope so; but we’ll see,” said Charlie. “Miss Elliott, I had a letter from my mother to-day.” The lad’s eyes softened, as he turned them on Graeme.
“Have you?” said Graeme, turning away from her own thoughts to interest herself in his pleasure. “Is she quite well?”
“Yes, she is much better than she was, and, Miss Elliott, she sends her love to you, and her best thanks.”
“For what?” said Graeme, smiling.