"
"Do not apologize," said Katherine, with a curious jealous pang, as she
noted Mrs. Ormonde's indifference to the children of her first poor
love-match.
A demure, flat-faced girl answered the bell, and led Katherine down
passages and up a crooked stair to another part of the house.
Here she was shown into a room sparsely supplied with old furniture.
There was a good fire, and a shaded lamp stood on a large table, where a
girl sat writing.
"Here is a lady to see the young gentlemen," said the nurse-maid. The
young scribe started up, looking confused.
"If it would not disturb them," said Katherine, gently, "I should like
to see my nephews in their sleep."
"Oh, Miss Liddell!" exclaimed the governess, a younger, commoner-looking
person than Katherine had chosen before she left England. "This is their
bedroom," and she led Katherine through a door opposite the fireplace
into an inner room. There in their little beds lay the boys who were all
of kith or kin left to Katherine Liddell.
How lovingly she bent over and gazed at them!
Cecil had grown much. He looked sunburnt and healthy. One arm was thrown
up behind his head, the other stretched straight and stiff beside him,
ending in a closely clinched little brown fist.
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