on grew, and became so marked that the girl gazed at him in
surprise. Why did he look so sorry? Was he already feeling the blank
which her absence would leave? Did he fear that she would be home-sick,
and regret her hasty decision? She stared into his face with her bright
blue eyes, and her father gazed back, noting the firm chin, the arched
brows, the characteristic tilt of the head. This overweening confidence
of youth--he was asking himself earnestly--was it altogether a
misfortune, or but raw material out of which great things were to be
made in the future? Was it not better to go forth to meet life's battle
with a light heart and fearless tread than trembling and full of doubt?
Surely it was better, and yet his heart was sore for the girl, as the
heart of a leader must be sore when he sends his soldiers to the front,
knowing that no victory is won without a cost, no fight without a scar.
Something very like a tear glittered in the father's eye, and at the
sight Rhoda's face softened into a charming tenderness. She snuggled
her head into his neck, and rubbed her soft cheeks against his,
murmuring absurd little sentences of endearment, as to a child of two
years old.
"Whose pet is it, then? Whose own precious? The nicest old sweet in
the world."
Mr Chester pushed the girl aside, and put on a frown of portentous
ferocity to conceal the delight with which her demonstration had, in
reality, filled him. He loved to feel the sweep of the crisp locks, the
touch of the soft cheek; he even appreciated, if the truth must be told,
being addressed as a "precious," but wild horses would not have induced
him to confess as much, and he made haste to leave the room with Harold
lest perchance any sign of his real feelings might betray themselves to
the sharp feminine eye.
Left alone with her mother, Rhoda clasped her hands behind her back, and
paced slowly up and down. It was a relief, after all, to be rid of the
men, and be able to talk things over with a feminine hearer who never
brought forward inconvenient quibbles, who accepted statements as facts,
as of course they were, and agreed to propositions in a quiet,
reasonable manner. Rhoda thought out several important matters in that
march to and fro, and announced the result in a decisive manner.
"I must have a complete new outfit! I don't believe in taking half-worn
things. You can send them away to that poor clergyman in Ireland, with
the five daughters. G
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