s mother look at
him with tears in her eyes. He could bear it no longer--he rushed out
into the shrubbery, and having got behind a laurestinus, he gave full
way to his tears--he could not then say, 'Who cares?'

"Lucilla saw him run out and followed him; she was weeping very
bitterly; she threw her arms round him, and they both cried together.
She kissed him many times, and they would not have parted then, had
they not heard themselves called. Lucilla hastily then put a very
pretty little Bible in his hand, and gave him another kiss.

"There only remained a tender parting between the boy and his parents;
and whilst they were still blessing him they were driven away, and the
poor child was left standing alone on the gravel. His eyes followed the
carriage as long as it could be seen from that place; and then,
observing some people coming in at the gate, he ran away. He took the
path through the shrubbery, and across a field, to a high green bank,
from which he could trace the road a long way, even as far off as where
it passed under the round hill with the clump of firs on it, near to
nurse's son's house.

"He sat down on the bank, waiting until the carriage should come in
sight again: for when it got down into the bottom of the valley, where
there were many trees, it was hid from his view.

"This was perhaps the first time in Bernard's life in which he ever had
any really useful thoughts. He was made then to have some little notion
that he owed his present trouble to his having been a very rebellious
naughty boy; but with this good thought came also a bad one: 'But if
papa loves me as he ought to do, he would not have been so cruel as to
leave me. He would have forgiven me and overlooked the past, and tried
me again.'

"Bernard did not consider that it would actually have been very
dangerous to have taken a disobedient boy to sea, for no one could tell
what mischief he might have got into on board ship.

"When Bernard saw the carriage again, it looked like a speck on the
white road. The speck seemed to grow smaller and smaller, and at last
it disappeared round the foot of the little hill. Then the poor boy
cried and cried again, until he could cry no longer, and every tear
seemed to be dried up.

"No one can say how long he sat there, but it was a long time; at last
he heard a voice, saying, 'Master Low! Master Low! where are you?' and
the next minute old Jacob, the gardener, appeared.

"Now Jacob was the only