'
He fixed his eyes on his son, and Winifred, in the belief that she
was better out of their way, hurried to Albinia's room, and was seen
very little all the rest of the day.
She was spared, however, to walk to church the next morning with her
husband, Lucy showing them the way, and being quiet and agreeable
when repressed by Mr. Ferrars's presence. After church, Mr. Dusautoy
overtook them to inquire after Mrs. Kendal, and to make a kind
proposal of exchanging Sunday duty. He undertook to drive the ponies
home on the morrow, begged for credentials for the clerk, and
messages for Willie and Mary, and seemed highly pleased with the
prospect of the holiday, as he called it, only entreating that Mrs.
Ferrars would be so kind as to look in on 'Fanny,' if Mrs. Kendal
could spare her.
'I thought,' said Winifred to her husband, 'that you would rather
have exchanged a Sunday when Albinia is better able to enjoy you?'
'That may yet be, but poor Kendal is so much depressed, that I do not
like to leave him.'
'I have no patience with him!' cried Winifred; 'he does not seem to
take the slightest pleasure in his baby, and he will hardly let poor
Albinia do so either! Do you know, Maurice, it is as bad as I ever
feared it would be. No, don't stop me, I must have it out. I always
said he had no business to victimize her, and I am sure of it now! I
believe this gloom of his has broken down her own dear sunny spirits!
There she is--so unlike herself--so anxious and fidgety about her
baby--will hardly take any one's word for his being as healthy and
stout a child as I ever saw! And then, every other moment, she is
restless about that boy--always asking where he is, or what he is
doing.
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