'Is forgiven quite the right word, when the offence
was not personal? I know that such things can neither be repaired
nor overlooked, and I think that is what Miss Fordyce meant.'
'Oh, Mr. Winslow,' she exclaimed, 'I am very sorry--I don't think I
quite meant'--and then, as her eyes for one moment fell on his
subdued face, she added, 'No, I said what I ought not. If there is
sorrow'--her voice trembled--'and pardon above, no one below has any
right to say unpardonable.'
Clarence bowed his head, and his lips framed, but he did not utter,
'Thank you.' Emily nervously began reading aloud the page before
her, full of the jingling recurring rhymes about Sir Thomas of Kent;
but I saw Ellen surreptitiously wipe away a tear, and from that time
she was more kind and friendly with Clarence.
CHAPTER XX--VENI, VIDI, VICI
'None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserve the fair.'
Song.
Christmas trees were not yet heard of beyond the Fatherland, and
both the mothers held that Christmas parties were not good for
little children, since Mrs. Winslow's strong common sense had
arrived at the same conclusion as Mrs. Fordyce had derived from
Hannah More and Richard Lovell Edgeworth. Besides, rick-burning and
mobs were far too recent for our neighbours to venture out at night.
But as we were all resolved that little Anne should have a memorable
Christmas at Chantry House, we begged an innocent, though iced cake,
from the cook, painted a set of characters ourselves, including all
the dolls, and bespoke the presence of Frank Fordyce at a feast in
the outer mullion room--Griff's apartment, of course.
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