"I have heard nothing," said Mrs. Brenton.
She had listened to this speech with a confusion of feeling. Camilla's easy acceptance of a most difficult position was not, perhaps, so very extraordinary, but other people worked a little more slowly.
"I don't quite approve of the little house. Why not stay here?" Mrs. Brenton added.
"My dear Agnes! Have I not already outraged your friendship? Do you realize that you have been burdened with my children over a year?"
"What is a year! Besides, you know perfectly well there has been no burden. Haven't I been clamouring to have the children with me for ages? It has given both Dick and me a new spell of life to have these little souls about us, and if you will only make up your mind to stay on indefinitely, it will be a real happiness."
"Thank you, darling," said Camilla; "it sounds delightful. I will talk it over with Rupert when he comes."
She said this in the most natural way possible.
But Haverford was not at Yelverton for Christmas. He wired from the north that he was ill--had caught a violent cold, and was unable to travel.
He was not too ill, however, to forget his Christmas remembrances.
Packages kept arriving by every post, and the children were in a ferment of excitement. They rushed to their mother as each new gift arrived, and Camilla confessed to Caroline that she was frantically jealous of the attachment between Rupert and the little creatures.
"Of course, it is the best thing that could happen, I know that; but, after all, they are my children, and I ought to come first. As it is, I believe I am not even placed now. Rupert comes first--before any one; you are second; and Agnes a good third."
"You are talking nonsense," said Caroline, in her calmest way; "the children love you more and more every day."
"Well, it may be so; at all events, I don't mind Rupert, or you, or Agnes. It would have killed me if the old man had taken them, and turned them against me, as he certainly would have done. Oh, Caroline, that reminds me; has Betty chosen something for Violet Lancing's girl? If not, let her send this bangle. I mean to be kind to that girl for Horace's sake."
A moment or two later Camilla said with a laugh--
"I wonder if Rupert will send me a Christmas present.... I suppose I must not expect it."