No, my dear; I came--nay, I hardly know why.

Probably, because I liked to come--my usual reason for most actions.

Is that your salle-a-manger?
Won't you ask me to dinner, ma cousine ?" "Of course," the mother said, though I fancied, afterwards, the invitation rather weighed upon her mind, probably from the doubt whether or no John would like it.

But in little things, as in great, she had always this safe trust in him--that conscientiously to do what she felt to be right was the surest way to be right in her husband's eyes.
So Lady Caroline was our guest for the day--a novel guest--but she made herself at once familiar and pleasant.

Guy, a little gentleman from his cradle, installed himself her admiring knight attendant everywhere: Edwin brought her to see his pigeons; Walter, with sweet, shy blushes, offered her "a 'ittle f'ower!" and the three, as the greatest of all favours, insisted on escorting her to pay a visit to the beautiful calf not a week old.
Laughing, she followed the boys; telling them how lately in Sicily she had been presented to a week-old prince, son of Louis Philippe the young Duke of Orleans and the Princess Marie-Amelie.