He went on more heavily, more slowly; and, more heavily and slowly
still, entered Isabel's room and shut the door. He did not come forth
again, and bade Fanny good-night through the closed door when she
stopped outside it later.
"I've put all the lights out, George," she said. "Everything's all
right."
"Very well," he called. "Good-night."
She did not go. "I'm sure we're going to enjoy the new little home,
George," she said timidly. "I'll try hard to make things nice for
you, and the people really are lovely. You mustn't feel as if things
are altogether gloomy, George. I know everything's going to turn out
all right. You're young and strong and you have a good mind and I'm
sure--" she hesitated--"I'm sure your mother's watching over you,
Georgie. Good-night, dear."
"Good-night, Aunt Fanny."
His voice had a strangled sound in spite of him; but she seemed not to
notice it, and he heard her go to her own room and lock herself in
with bolt and key against burglars. She had said the one thing she
should not have said just then: "I'm sure your mother's watching over
you, Georgie.
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