Was Harold changed, or had he only gone on growing in the course he
had begun? He was as simple and unconsciously powerful as ever, but
there was something there was not before, reminding me of the dawning
of Undine's soul.
He was called off in the middle of our consultation as to the house,
which was our common property, by a message that Mr. Crabbe would be
glad of a few minutes with him.
"Was there any fresh annoyance about the Hydriots?" I asked, when he
came back.
"Oh, no! The rascal is come over to my side. What do you think he
wanted to say? That he had been to look at my grandfather's will,
and he thinks you could drive a coach and horses through it; and he
proposes to me to upset it, and come in as heir-at-law! The
scoundrel!"
"After all," I said, after a pause, "it would be very good for poor
Arghouse if you thought it right."
"_I_ should not be very good for Arghouse if I did such a thing as
that," returned Harold. "No, poor old Eu, I'm not going to disturb
him because he has got out of my hands, and I think she will take
care of the people. I daresay I bullied him more than was bearable."
Would Harold have so forgiven even Eustace's ingratitude three years
ago?
CHAPTER XIV. SUNSET GOLD AND PURPLE.
We had a happy time after that; our Sunday was a very glad and
peaceful one, with our thanksgiving in the morning, and Dora's
pleasure in the dear old children's service in the afternoon.
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