"He's as grave as his father," said Mrs Warren, "only the master never
spoke so gentle. Well, I'd like to have seen Mr Alwyn's merry face
again."
"When folks have to right themselves after they've gone as wrong as Mr
Alwyn and I did," said Harry, "there ain't so much merry-making left in
them. Not but what a light heart, thank God, is very persevering. And
Mr Alwyn's got a twinkle in him yet. But coming home's bitter hard to
him, and everybody ain't as forgiving as you, Cousin Charlotte, nor as
comfortable to ask pardon of."