William did not stir.
"Do you not know how? Harry, my love, kiss your uncle, and set your cousin a good example."
Harry jumped upon Lord James's knees, threw both arms round his neck, and said, "I love you, uncle!"
"Now it is your turn, my dear William," said Lady Mary.
William stirred not, and did not even look at his grandfather.
A tear coursed down Eva Meredith's cheek.
"'Tis my fault," she said. "I have brought up my child badly." And, taking William upon her lap, her tears fell upon his face: he felt them not, but slumbered upon his mother's heavy heart.
"Try to make William less shy," said Lord James to his daughter-in-law.
"I will try," replied Eva, in her submissive tones, like those of an obedient child. "I will try; and perhaps I shall succeed, if Lady Mary will kindly tell me how she rendered her son so happy and so gay." Then the disconsolate mother looked at Harry, who was at play near his uncle's chair, and her eyes reverted to her poor sleeping child. "He suffered even before his birth," she murmured; "we have both been very unhappy! but I will try to weep no more, that William may be cheerful like other children."
Two days elapsed, two painful days, full of secret trouble and ill-concealed uneasiness. Lord James's brow was care-laden; at times his look questioned me. I averted my eyes to avoid answering. On the morning of the third day, Lady Mary came into the room with a number of play-things for the children. Harry seized a sword, and ran about the room, shouting for joy. William remained motionless, holding in his little hand the toys that were given to him, but not attempting to use them; he did not even look at them.