I
shall never forget his kindness to poor Tom."
"Yes," exclaimed Miss Paget impatiently, "but Mr. Halliday died."
"O Diana," whimpered Georgy, "I did not think you could be so unkind as
to remind me of that."
"I only want to remind you that Mr. Sheldon is not infallible."
Mr. Sheldon entered the room at this juncture, and Diana left it,
passionately indignant against the poor weak creature, to whom no crisis,
no danger, could give strength of mind or will.
"A sheep would make some struggle for her lamb," she thought, angrily.
"Mrs. Sheldon is lower than a sheep."
It was the first time she had thought unkindly of this weak soul, and her
anger soon melted to pity for the powerless nature which Mr. Sheldon held
in such supreme control. She made no further attempt at resistance after
this; but went to Charlotte's room and prepared for the journey.
"O, why am I to be moved, dear?" the girl asked piteously. "I am too ill
to be moved."
"It is for your good, darling. Mr. Sheldon wants you to be near the great
physicians, who can give you health and strength."
"There are no physicians who can do that. Let me stay here, Di. Beg papa
to let me stay here."
Diana hid her face upon the invalid's shoulder. Her tears choked her. To
repress her grief was agony scarcely endurable. But she did hide all
trace of anger and sorrow, and cheered the helpless traveller throughout
the weariness of the journey.
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