He was
about nothing very bad--only supping with some friends--such
friends as he did not even care to tell that he had a son.
He was ashamed of being in London at this time of the year, and,
but that he had not money enough to go anywhere except to his
mother's, he would have gone, and left Letty to shift for
herself.
With his child he was pleased, and would not seldom take him for
a few moments; but, when he cried, he was cross with him, and
showed himself the unreasonable baby of the two.
The angels did not want Letty just yet, and she slowly recovered.
For Mary it was a peaceful time. She was able to read a good
deal, and, although there were no books in Mr. Redmain's house,
she generally succeeded in getting such as she wanted. She was
able also to practice as much as she pleased, for now the grand
piano was entirely at her service, and she took the opportunity
of having a lesson every day.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE MUSICIAN.
One evening, soon after the baby's arrival, as Mary sat with him
in her lap, the sweet tones they had heard twice before came
creeping into her ears so gently that she seemed to be aware of
their presence only after they had been for some time coming and
going: she laid the baby down, and, stealing from the room,
listened on the landing. Certainly the sounds were born in the
house, but whether they came from below or above she could not
tell.
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