He is gone in the coach-and-four, with Jumbo
on the box, so that matters will soon be righted."
"And a heroic champion set free," said Betty moving to return to her
sister, when the others would not be denied having another look at
the sweet slumberer, on whose face there was now a smile as if her
dreams were marvellously lovely; or, as Betty thought, as if she
knew their voices even in her sleep.
Sir Amyas had not seen his mother again. He only knew that Mr.
Wayland had come out with a face as of one stricken to the heart,
a sad contrast to that which had greeted him an hour before, and
while the carriage was coming round, had simply said, "I did wrong
to leave her."
It would not bear being talked over, and both son and kinsman took
refuge in silence. Two hours more of this long day had passed, and
then a coach stopped at the door. Sir Amyas hurried down in his
eager anxiety, and came back with his uncle, holding him by the hand
like a child, in his gladness, and Betty came out to meet them in the
outer room with a face of grateful welcome and outstretched hands.
"Sir! sir! you have done more than all of us."
"Yet you and your young champion here were the victors," said Mr.
Belamour.
"Ah, we dared and suffered nothing like you."
"I hope you did not suffer much," said the major, looking at the calm
face and neatly-tied white hair, which seemed to have suffered no
disarrangement.
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