And at last, quick and sudden, as if born of the space, lo! the little wings hovered over me!
The young bird halted, and I also. "Come," said I, "ye have found each other at last—settle it between you!"
I went back to the outcast.
CHAPTER LXXXV.
Pisistratus.—How came you to know we had stayed in the town?
Vivian.—Do you think I could remain where you left me? I wandered out—wandered hither. Passing at dawn through yon streets, I saw the ostlers loitering by the gates of the yard, overheard them talk, and so knew you were all at the inn—all! (He sighed heavily.)
Pisistratus.—Your poor father is very ill! O cousin, how could you fling from you so much love!
Vivian.—Love!—his!—my father's!
Pisistratus.—Do you really not believe, then, that your father loved you?
Vivian.—If I had believed it, I had never left him! All the gold of the Indies had never bribed me to leave my mother!