“When will they go?”
“Miss Jones is to be a teacher, in the new seminary at Rixford. They are going to live there, and it cannot be very long before they go.”
“To her uncle?”
“No, Celestia thinks her mother would not be happy there. They will live by themselves, with the children.”
“How sorry Celestia will be to go away,” said Graeme, sadly.
“She will not be persuaded to stay,” said Mr Greenleaf.
Graeme darted a quick, embarrassed look at him, as much as to say, “Have you asked her?” He answered her in words.
“Yes, I have tried, and failed. She does not care to stay.”
There was only sadness in his voice; at least, she detected nothing else. There was none of the bitterness which, while it made Celestia’s heart ache that afternoon, had made her all the more determined to do what she believed to be right.
“Oh! it’s not that,” said Graeme, earnestly, “I’m sure she cares. I mean if she goes, it will be because she thinks it right, not because she wishes it.”