We cannot speak loudly or angrily at such times; we are
not apt to be eager about mere worldly things, for our very awe at our
quickened sense of the nearness of the invisible world, makes us calm and
serene about the petty trifles of to-day. At least, I know that was the
explanation Mr. Gray once gave me of what we all thought the great
improvement in Harry Gregson's way of behaving.
My lady hesitated so long about what she had best say, that Harry grew a
little frightened at her silence. A few months ago it would have
surprised me more than it did now; but since my lord her son's death, she
had seemed altered in many ways,--more uncertain and distrustful of
herself, as it were.
At last she said, and I think the tears were in her eyes: "My poor little
fellow, you have had a narrow escape with your life since I saw you
last."
To this there was nothing to be said but "Yes;" and again there was
silence.
"And you have lost a good, kind friend, in Mr. Horner."
The boy's lips worked, and I think he said, "Please, don't." But I can't
be sure; at any rate, my lady went on:
"And so have I,--a good, kind friend, he was to both of us; and to you he
wished to show his kindness in even a more generous way than he has done.
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