"
"Yes," said Helen, "I DO understand. Hobart is trying to give
Albert the very best chance. Albert wrote that his last earthly
thoughts would be of me. It is but natural that my presence should
kindle those thoughts again. It was like Hobart, who is almost
divine in his thoughtfulness of others, to wish to shield Albert
from the eyes of even his own father and mother until he could
know them, and know us all. He was only taken to the hotel that we
all might understand and be prepared to do our part. Papa, bring
Albert here and let his father and mother come here also. He
should be sacredly shielded in his infirmity, and give a every
chance to recover before being seen by others; and please, papa,
exact from Jackson a solemn promise not to tattle about Albert."
"Yes, yes; but we have first a duty to perform. Mother, please
prepare a little lunch, and put a glass of your old currant wine
on the tray. Hobart must not come to a cold, cheerless home. I'll
go and have his old servant up and ready to receive him."
"No, mamma, that is still my privilege," said Helen, with a rush,
of tears.
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