"Your faces are like a glimpse of heaven," he exclaimed, putting his arms about us with tender affection.
To this we could make no reply, and for a long time sat bolt upright, holding his hands and gazing at the blank wall before us. At last, mustering some courage, I said:
"I would have been here before, uncle, but have been living at the Blakes', and it was only yesterday that he came home and told us of your trouble."
"Then that is where you have been?" he asked, surprised at what I said.
"Yes," I replied.
"They are kind people, and had I known you were there, I should not have worried about you."
"It was foolish in me to run away, and I'm ashamed of myself; and now more than ever," I answered, unable to say more.
"You need not have feared Moth; and now he is under bonds not to molest you, so there will be no further trouble."
"I am glad of that, though I don't care for him any more. He is a scoundrel and sneak, and I'm going to give him a thrashing when I see him," I answered, and meaning to do as I said.
"That is foolish talk, Gilbert. You must not get into any trouble with him. He is a man to fear and avoid. Wait; time will bring everything out right."