Surely--oh surely, a
young life, full of hope and promise, that may yet be saved, is not
to be set against what cannot be prolonged more than a few weeks.'
'As to that,' said Mr. Kendal, in the deliberate tone which denoted
dissatisfaction, 'though of course it would be the greatest blessing
to have you with us, I think you may trust Gilbert to my care. And
we must consider poor Sophia.'
'She could not bear to be considered.'
'No; but it would be leaving her in a most distressing position, when
she is far from well, and with most uncongenial assistants. You see,
poor Gilbert reckons on Lucy being here, which would make it very
different. But think of poor Sophia in the event of Mrs. Meadows not
surviving till our return!'
'You are right! It would half kill her! My promise was sacred; I
was a wretch to think of breaking it. But when I think of my boy--my
Gilbert pining for me, and I deserting him--'
'For the sake of duty,' said her husband. 'Let us do right, and
trust that all will be overruled for the best. I shall go with an
easier mind if I leave you with the other children, and I can be the
sooner with him.'
'I could travel as fast.'
'I may soon bring him home to you. Or you might bring the others to
join us in the south of France. You will all need change.'
The decision was made, and her judgment acquiesced, though she could
hardly have cast the balance for herself.
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