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He had not shaved himself, but his long hair was brushed
back from his forehead, after a fashion quaint and very foreign to his
former ideas of dress. His wife had not expected that her child would
come to her at once, had thought that some entreaties would be
necessary, some obedience perhaps exacted from her, before she would be
allowed to see him; and now her heart was softened, and she was
grateful to her husband. But she could not speak to him till she had
had the boy in her arms. She tore off her bonnet, and then clinging to
the child, covered him with kisses. 'Louey, my darling! Louey; you
remember mamma?' The child pressed himself close to his mother's bosom,
but spoke never a word. He was cowed and overcome, not only by the
incidents of the moment, but by the terrible melancholy of his whole
life. He had been taught to understand, without actual spoken lessons,
that he was to live with his father, and that the former woman-given
happinesses of his life were at an end. In this second visit from his
mother he did not forget her.


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