To the children, this was almost as good as saying that their mother
was well again; but there was too much awe about them for their joy
to show itself noisily. Susan ran away to her own room, and Bessie
followed her; and Sam said no word, only Miss Fosbrook remarked that
he did not eat two mouthfuls of breakfast. She would not take any
notice; she knew his heart was full; and when she looked round on
that little flock, and thought of the grievous sorrow scarcely yet
averted from them, she could hardly keep the tears from blinding her.
They were all somewhat still and grave, and it was too happy a
morning to be broken into by the reproofs that Henry deserved, even
more richly than Christabel knew. She had almost forgotten his bad
behaviour; and when she remembered something of it, she could not but
hope that silence, on such a day as this, might bring it home to him
more than rebuke. Yet when breakfast was ever, he was among the
loudest of those who, shaking off the strange, awed gravity of deep
gladness, went rushing together into the garden, feeling that they
might give way to their spirits again.
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