It had not
relented when morning came, and still, when at breakfast, Arthur
received a letter, which made it necessary for him to go to New
York by way of Albany, she did suggest that it might be too much
trouble to have the care of Edith.
"Not at all," he said; and half an hour later Edith was called
into the parlor, and told to get herself in readiness for the
journey.
"Oh, I can't, I can't," cried Edith, clinging to Mrs. Atherton's
skirt, and begging of her not to send her back.
"Where will you go?" asked Grace. "I don't want you here."
"I don't know," sobbed Edith, uttering the next instant a scream
of joy, as she saw, in the distance, the carriage from
Collingwood, and knew that Richard was in it. "To him! to him!"
she exclaimed, throwing up her arms. "Let me go to Mr. Harrington!
He wants me, I know."
"Are you faint?" asked Grace, as she saw the sudden paling of
Arthur's lips.
"Slightly," he answered, taking her offered salts, and keeping his
eyes fixed upon the carriage until it passed slowly by, "I'm
better now," he said, returning the salts, and asking why Edith
could not go to Collingwood.
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