'
Her eyes brightened, but her father shook his head sadly, and said,
'You would not be like me, my dear, if depression never made you
selfish. But,' he added, with an effort, 'you will not suffer so
much from low spirits when you are in better health, and able to move
about.'
'Oh, no!' exclaimed Sophy; 'I often feel so sick of lying here, that
I feel as if I never could be sulky if only I might walk about, and
go from one room to another when I please! But papa, you will let me
be admitted into the Church when I am able, will you not?'
'It shall be well weighed, Sophy.'
Sophy knew her father too well, and had too much reticence to say any
more. He was certainly meditating deeply, and reading too, indeed he
would almost have appeared to have a fit of the study, but for little
Maurice, a tyrannical little gentleman, who domineered over the
entire household, and would have been grievously spoilt, if his
mother had not taken all the crossing the stout little will upon
herself. He had a gallant pair of legs, and the disposition of a
young Centaur, he seemed to divide the world into things that could
be ridden on, and that could not; and when he bounced at the study
door, with 'Papa! gee! gee!' and lifted up his round, rosy face, and
despotic blue eyes, Mr. Kendal's foot was at his service, and the
study was brown no longer.
The result of Mr. Kendal's meditations was an invitation to his wife
to drive with him to Fairmead.
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