SCENE.--SIX MONTHS LATER, DARKGLADE VICARAGE, A DARKENED ROOM. MRS.
HOLLAND AND LUCIUS.
MRS. H. Yes, Lucius, we have all much to reproach ourselves with;
even poor grandpapa is heart-broken at having been too much absorbed
to perceive how your dear mother was overtasked.
L. You did all you could, aunt; you took home one child, and caused
the other to be sent to school.
MRS. H. Yes, too late to be of any use.
L. And after all, I don't think it was overwork that broke the poor
dear one down, so much as grief at that wretched sister of mine.
MRS. H. Don't speak of her in that way, Lucius.