It's over," he had said. Of course she knew it was not over.
Men that marry for a home! Secret she had kept it and in the same
moment that she had realised the significance of her secrecy it
had been enlarged. Now it stalked abroad.
But what is to be observed is the quality of the love between them.
It was through the children that he had made this claim that he
had sought to impose upon her. She had told him, as she believed,
that what he thought he saw was fancy. It never occurred to her to
imagine so base a thing as that he, to give himself grounds, had
invented or even exaggerated his fancy; but it had been excusable
in her (threatened as she saw herself) to avoid, in the days that
followed, discussion of that fancy, much less herself to bring it
forward. Her love for Harry was never in that plane. It could admit
no guile. It happened that within the week she was herself a little
pained by a matter with the children. She took her pain straight
to her Harry.
On his last day of the holidays before he returned for his second
term at his preparatory school, Huggo was noisy with excitement
at the idea of returning. It rather pained Rosalie that he showed
not the smallest sign of regret at leaving home. Miss Prescott had
done all the necessary business of getting his clothes ready for
school, but Rosalie took from Field's this last afternoon to do some
shopping with her little man (as she termed it) in Oxford Street;
to buy him some little personal things he wanted,--a purse of pigskin
that fastened with a button, a knife with a thing for taking stones
out of horses' hoofs, and a special kind of football boots.
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