Channing battled to keep it down. "The same
God who gave me my children, has taught me how to bear," she presently
said. "For the moment, yesterday, I really was overwhelmed; but it
passed away after a few hours' struggle. When I left home, I humbly
committed my child to God's good care, in perfect trust; and I feel,
that whether dead or alive, that care is still over him."
"I wish to goodness one could learn to feel as you do!" uttered Lady
Augusta. "Troubles don't seem to touch you and Mr. Channing; you rise
superior to them: but they turn me inside out. And now I must go! And I
wish Roland had never been born before he had behaved so! You must try
to forgive him, Mrs. Channing: you must promise to try and welcome him,
should he ever come back again!"
"Oh yes," Mrs. Channing answered, with a bright smile. "The one will be
as easy as the other has been. He is already forgiven, Lady Augusta."
"I have done what I could in it. I have been to the college school, and
told them all, and Tom is put into his place as senior. It's true,
indeed! and I hope every boy will be flogged for putting upon him;
Gerald and Tod amongst the rest. And now, good-bye."
Sarah was holding the street door open for Lady Augusta. Lady Augusta,
who generally gave a word of gossip to every one, even as Roland, had
her head turned towards the girl as she passed out of it, and thereby
nearly fell over a boy who at the moment was seeking to enter, being
led by a woman, as if he had no strength to walk alone.
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