He knew the disappointment would
be most bitter; and he could not get rid of the sense of having taken
an unfair advantage of the disgrace of Henry's adventure. As to his
father's manner, he got over that more easily, for his conscience was
free; he knew that the tone of displeasure would be gone at the next
meeting, and he was too sure of his own love of the sea to fear that
he should not show it enough. After all, he was to be a naval cadet!
He could not be sorry. Nay, he felt he had his wish; the very wish
he had thought it wrong to put into a prayer. He thought he ought to
be thankful that it was granted, in the same way as he had been when
his mother began to recover. So he put his hands together, and
looked up into the summer blue sky through the leaves, and his lips
moved, as he whispered his thanks, and asked to be helped in being a
good brave sailor, and that something as good might happen to poor
Henry.
After this, somehow, the weight was gone, he knew not where. All he
recollected was, that he should see Mamma in two days, and that he
was to sail with Papa if he could get through his examination.
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