第195章 'PACK CLOUDS AWAY' (1)

'For joy or grief, for hope or fear,For all hereafter, as for here,In peace or strife, in storm or shine.'ANON. Edith went about on tip-toe, and checked Sholto in all loud speaking that next morning, as if any sudden noise would interrupt the conference that was taking place in the drawing-room. Two o'clock came; and they still sate there with closed doors. Then there was a man's footstep running down stairs; and Edith peeped out of the drawing-room. 'Well, Henry?' said she, with a look of interrogation. 'Well!' said he, rather shortly. 'Come in to lunch!' 'No, thank you, I can't. I've lost too much time here already.' 'Then it's not all settled,' said Edith despondingly. 'No! not at all. It never will be settled, if the "it" is what I conjecture you mean. That will never be, Edith, so give up thinking about it.' 'But it would be so nice for us all,' pleaded Edith. 'I should always feel comfortable about the children, if I had Margaret settled down near me.