'And you may depend upon it, Dick,' she said, 'she'll never rest
again till she does get back. I believe you've only got to speak of
it, and she'll go at once.'
'She'll think it unkind,' Richard objected. 'It looks as if we
wanted to get her out of the way. Why on earth does she carry on
like this? As if we hadn't bother enough!'
'Well, we can't help what she thinks. I believe it'll be for her own
good. She'll be comfortable with Mrs. Chattaway, and that's more
than she'll ever be here. But what about 'Arry?'
'He'll have to come to Wanley. I shall find him work there--I wish
I'd done so months ago.'
There were no longer the objections to 'Arry's appearance at Wanley
that had existed previous to Richard's marriage; none the less the
resolution was courageous, and proved the depth of Mutimer's anxiety
for his brother. Having got the old woman to Wilton Square, and
Alice to the Manor, it would have been easy enough to bid Mr. Henry
Mutimer betake himself--whither his mind directed him. Richard could
not adopt that rough-and-ready way out of his difficulty. Just as he
suffered in the thought that he might be treating his mother
unkindly, so he was constrained to undergo annoyances rather than
abandon the hope of saving 'Arry from ultimate destruction.
'Will he live at the Manor?' Alice asked uneasily.
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