evelyan bitterly.

"I went to look for you but you were gone," said Mr. Glascock.

"No, sir, I was not gone. I am here. It is the last time that I shall
ever gladden my eyes with his brightness. Louey, my love, will you
come to your father?" Louey did not seem to be particularly willing
to leave the carriage, but he made no loud objection when Mr.
Glascock held him up to the open space above the door. The child had
realised the fact that he was to go, and did not believe that his
father would stop him now; but he was probably of opinion that the
sooner the carriage began to go on the better it would be for him.
Mr. Glascock, thinking that his father intended to kiss him over the
door, held him by his frock; but the doing of this made Trevelyan
very angry. "Am I not to be trusted with my own child in my arms?"
said he. "Give him to me, sir. I begin to doubt now whether I am
right to deliver him to you." Mr. Glascock immediately let go his
hold of the boy's frock and leaned back in the carriage. "Louey will
tell papa that he loves him before he goes?" said Trevelyan. The poor
little fellow murmured something, but it did not please his father,
who had him in his arms. "You are like the rest of them, Louey," he
said; "because I cannot laugh and be gay, all my love for you is
nothing;--nothing! You may take him. He is all that I have;--all that
I have;--and I shall never see him again!" So saying he handed the
child into the carriage, and sat himself down by the side of the road
to watch till the vehicle should be out of sight. As soon as the last
speck of it had vanished from his sight, he picked himself up, and
dragged his slow footsteps back to the house.

Mr. Glascock made sundry attempts to amuse the child, with whom he
had to remain all that night at Siena; but his efforts in that line
were not very successful. The boy was brisk enough, and happy, and
social by nature; but the events, or rather the want of events of
the last few months, had so cowed him, that he could not recover his
spirits at the bidding of a stranger. "If I have any of my own," said
Mr. Glascock to himself, "I hope they will be of a more cheerful
disposition."

As we have seen, he did not meet Caroline at the station,--thereby
incurring his lady-love's displeasure for the period of
half-a-minute; but he did meet Mrs. Trevelyan almost at the door of
Sir Marmaduke's lodgings. "Yes, Mrs. Trevelyan; he is here."

"How am I ever to thank you for su