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thirtyyears,waschildlesshedidnotlookforwardwithanypleasuretothepresenceofasmallboywhomightbenoisyandrough.Hehadnevermuchlikedhissister-in-law.
“I’mgoingtotakeyoudowntoBlackstabletomorrow,”hesaid.
“WithEmma?”
Thechildputhishandinhers,andshepressedit.
“I’mafraidEmmamustgoaway,”saidMr.Carey.
“ButIwantEmmatocomewithme.”
Philipbegantocry,andthenursecouldnothelpcryingtoo.Mr.Careylookedatthemhelplessly.
“Ithinkyou’dbetterleavemealonewithMasterPhilipforamoment.”
“Verygood,sir.”
ThoughPhilipclungtoher,shereleasedherselfgently.Mr.Careytooktheboyonhiskneeandputhisarmroundhim.
“Youmustn’tcry,”hesaid.“You’retoooldtohaveanursenow.Wemustseeaboutsendingyoutoschool.”
“IwantEmmatocomewithme,”thechildrepeated.
“Itcoststoomuchmoney,Philip.Yourfatherdidn’tleaveverymuch,andIdon’tknowwhat’sbecomeofit.Youmustlookateverypennyyouspend.”
Mr.Careyhadcalledthedaybeforeonthefamilysolicitor.Philip’sfatherwasasurgeoningoodpractice,andhishospitalappointmentssuggestedanestablishedpositionsothatitwasasurpriseonhissuddendeathfromblood-poisoningtofindthathehadlefthiswidowlittlemorethanhislifeinsuranceandwhatcouldbegotfortheleaseoftheirhouseinBrutonStreet.ThiswassixmonthsagoandMrs.Carey,alreadyindelicatehealth,findingherselfwithchild,hadlostherheadandacceptedfortheleasethefirstofferthatwasmade.Shestoredherfurniture,and,atarentwhichtheparsonthoughtoutrageous,tookafurnishedhousefor
