“He will not cry when he is with his mother,” she would say, with maternal pride. “He is always so good with me; indeed, I never knew such a good baby,” which was not wonderful, considering her experience had been confined to Catharine’s baby at the lodge. And if the nurse humored her, Fay would cover the little downy head with noiseless kisses, and tell him not to cry, for father was coming home to love them and take care of them both.
“You will love me now; yes, I know you will, Hugh,” she would murmur softly when baby was slumbering peacefully in his blankets again, and nurse had begged Lady Redmond not to think any more about Master Baby, but to go to sleep. And as she obediently closed her eyes, the happy tears would steal through her eyelids.
Poor innocent child! when she had first discovered that Hugh did not love her, her despair had nearly cost her her life; but no sooner was her baby brought to her than hope revived, for from the depths of her sanguine heart she believed that by her boy’s help she should win his love; not knowing in her ignorance that Hugh might possibly care nothing for the son though he desired the heir, and the baby charms that had been so potent with her should possess no magic for him.
CHAPTER XXX.
“IT IS ALL OVER, BABY.”
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon,
Rest, rest on mother’s breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west