"Who is Elizabeth Rose," thought she, "to be thus favoured?"
But her better nature at length prevailed, and as the time of departure drew nigh, she manifested much kindliness of spirit.
Gwennie was inconsolable; but a letter received one morning, about a week later, from Sir Matthew Rose, greatly comforted her.
It was an invitation to the entire family to spend the Christmas holidays at The Towers.
Elsie's removal had necessitated great care, and special invalid appliances were brought into requisition at the baronet's expense.
Hugh alone of all the party felt a certain shamefacedness at the idea of meeting his grandfather, and at his first opportunity, he made ample apology for his impertinent letter.
With a graciousness to which in past days he was a stranger, Sir Matthew freely forgave the impulsive lad, and from thenceforth Hugh was his devoted adherent.
The weeks rolled on, and the blessed season of Christmas drew nigh. And what a Christmas-tide it was too! Such a time of merry-making, rejoicing and thanksgiving surely was never known in the grey old Towers, and the baronet's heart grew young again as he gazed at the bonny faces of his grandchildren. Little Elsie, in her convalescence, was as gay as any.
"Peace on earth, good-will to men," rang out the Christmas message, finding an echo in the glad hearts of those who assembled around the Yule-tide fire in the wainscoted dining-room at The Towers. Matthew, in his joy at the family reunion, in which he had taken so noble a part; was intensely happy, whilst his father's face actually beamed with gladness.
"Glory to God in the highest!"