It makes one so choky and yet so proud--I can't say all I mean--but you know--" "Yes, I know," said Lady Mary; and she smiled, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"And what it must be to _you_," sobbed Sarah, "the day you were to have been so happy, to see him come back like _that_! No wonder you are sad.

One feels one could never do enough to--to make it up to him." "But I'm far more happy than sad," said Lady Mary; and to prove her words she leant back upon the cushions and cried.
"You're not," said Sarah, kneeling by her; "how can you be, my darling, sweet Lady Mary?
But you _must_ be happy," she said; and her odd, deep tones took a note of coaxing that was hard to resist.

"Think how proud every one will be of him, and how--how all the other mothers will envy you! You--you mustn't care so terribly.

It--it isn't as if he had to work for his living.

It won't make any real difference to his life.