remembered that her last excursion had been rendered abortive by a
visit to Norwood; but, flattering herself that her present scheme was
secure from hazard of failure, she assumed an accommodating
humour, and not only permitted Laura to go but allowed the carriage
to convey her, stipulating that she should return it immediately, and
walk home in the evening. She found the De Courcys alone, and
passed the day less cheerfully than any she had ever spent at
Norwood. Mrs De Courcy, though kind, was grave and thoughtful;
Montague absent, and melancholy. Harriet's never-failing spirits no
longer enlivened the party, and her place was but feebly supplied by
the infantine gaiety of De Courcy's little protegé Henry. This child,
who was the toy of all his patron's leisure hours, had, during her
visits to Norwood, become particularly interesting to Laura. His
quickness, his uncommon beauty, his engaging frankness, above all,
the innocent fondness which he shewed for her, had really attached
her to him, and he repaid her with all the affections of his little
heart. He would quit his toys to hang upon her; and, though at other
times, as restless as any of his kind, was never weary of sitting
quietly on her knee, clasping her snowy neck in his little sun-burnt
arms. His prattle agreeably interrupted the taciturnity into which the
little party were falling, till his grandfather came to take him away.
'Kiss your hand Henry, and bid Miss Montreville farewell,' said the old
man as he was about to take him from Laura's arms. 'It will be a
long time before you see her again.' 'Are you going away?' said the
child, looking sorrowfully in Laura's face. 'Yes, far away,' answered
Laura. 'Then Henry will go with you, Henry's dear pretty lady.' 'No
no,' said his grandfather. 'You must go to your mammy; good boys
love their mammies best.' 'Then you ought to be Henry's mammy,'
cried the child, sobbing, and locking his arms round Laura's neck,
'for Henry loves you best.' 'My dear boy!' cried Laura, kissing him
with a smile that half-consented to his wish; but, happening to turn
her eye towards De Courcy, she saw him change colour, and, with an
abruptness unlike his usual manner, he snatched the boy from her
arms, and, regardless of his cries, dismissed him from the room.