"Well, then, kiss me."
So a peace was sealed for the time.
On their return to London, on the Monday following, two letters awaited them. One was from Wynifred Allonby, explaining that her brother was ill, and that she had gone to nurse him, and asking that he might have time allowed him to finish his commission pictures; the other was from Miss Ellen Willoughby, begging that Godfrey might spend his holidays at Edge.
"Just the very thing! I'll pack him off there the first minute I can!" cried Mrs. Orton, joyful and exultant.
Frederick smiled prophetically.
"He will probably try his sister's temper," he remarked, placidly, "and that in no common degree; but then, on the other hand, he will doubtless enlarge her vocabulary considerably, so he cannot be looked upon in the light of an unmixed evil."
CHAPTER XVIII.
"'Go to the hills,' said one remit a while
This baneful diligence—at early morn
Court the fresh air, explore the heaths and woods;"
... 'I infer that he was healed
By perseverance in the course prescribed'
"You do not err; the powers that had been lost,
By slow degrees were gradually regained
The fluttering nerves composed; the beating heart
In rest established; and the jarring thoughts
To Harmony restored."
The Excursion