"My dear, I didn't know you would be down so soon. If you will only
go into the garden and wait for me, I shan't be long."
"Now then, children, you must hurry with your porridge; Sir Owen is
waiting for his breakfast."
"My dear Evelyn, I am not in a hurry. Let the children take their
time."
And he went into the garden to think if life at Riversdale would suit
her as well as this life. It would be impossible for him to accompany
her to chapel, and if he did not do so there would be an
estrangement.... Nor could he allow Riversdale to be turned into an
orphanage. Perhaps he would allow her to do anything; that pleased
her; all the same, she would feel that the permission did not come
out of his instinct, only out of a desire to please her.
"Well, Owen," she said as soon as he had finished breakfast, "I don't
want to hurry you, but if you are to catch that train we must start
at once."
It was one of her off days, and she was going to spend it at the
cottage. There were a great many things for her to do. She never had
much time, but she would go to the station with him.
"But you have already walked two miles."
"Ah! Eliza has told you?"
"Yes, that you go to Mass every morning.
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