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The
tears
stood
in
Oliver
's
eyes
as
he
recalled
the
scene
which
was
the
beginning
of
so
much
happiness
;
and
the
gentleman
turned
his
face
away
,
and
remained
silent
,
for
some
minutes
.
Oliver
thought
he
heard
him
sob
,
more
than
once
;
but
he
feared
to
interrupt
him
by
any
fresh
remark
--
for
he
could
well
guess
what
his
feelings
were
--
and
so
stood
apart
,
feigning
to
be
occupied
with
his
nosegay
.
All
this
time
,
Mr.
Giles
,
with
the
white
nightcap
on
,
had
been
sitting
on
the
steps
of
the
chaise
,
supporting
an
elbow
on
each
knee
,
and
wiping
his
eyes
with
a
blue
cotton
pocket-handkerchief
dotted
with
white
spots
.
That
the
honest
fellow
had
not
been
feigning
emotion
,
was
abundently
demonstrated
by
the
very
red
eyes
with
which
he
regarded
the
young
gentleman
,
when
he
turned
round
and
addressed
him
.
'
I
think
you
had
better
go
on
to
my
mother
's
in
the
chaise
,
Giles
,
'
said
he
.
'
I
would
rather
walk
slowly
on
,
so
as
to
gain
a
little
time
before
I
see
her
.
You
can
say
I
am
coming
.
'
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Mr.
Harry
,
'
said
Giles
:
giving
a
final
polish
to
his
ruffled
countenance
with
the
handkerchief
;
'
but
if
you
would
leave
the
postboy
to
say
that
,
I
should
be
very
much
obliged
to
you
.
It
would
n't
be
proper
for
the
maids
to
see
me
in
this
state
,
sir
;
I
should
never
have
any
more
authority
with
them
if
they
did
.
'
'
Well
,
'
rejoined
Harry
Maylie
,
smiling
,
'
you
can
do
as
you
like
.
Let
him
go
on
with
the
luggage
,
if
you
wish
it
,
and
do
you
follow
with
us
.
Only
first
exchange
that
nightcap
for
some
more
appropriate
covering
,
or
we
shall
be
taken
for
madmen
.
'
Mr.
Giles
,
reminded
of
his
unbecoming
costume
,
snatched
off
and
pocketed
his
nightcap
;
and
substituted
a
hat
,
of
grave
and
sober
shape
,
which
he
took
out
of
the
chaise
.
This
done
,
the
postboy
drove
off
;
Giles
,
Mr.
Maylie
,
and
Oliver
,
followed
at
their
leisure
.
As
they
walked
along
,
Oliver
glanced
from
time
to
time
with
much
interest
and
curiosity
at
the
new
comer
.
He
seemed
about
five-and-twenty
years
of
age
,
and
was
of
the
middle
height
;
his
countenance
was
frank
and
handsome
;
and
his
demeanor
easy
and
prepossessing
.
Notwithstanding
the
difference
between
youth
and
age
,
he
bore
so
strong
a
likeness
to
the
old
lady
,
that
Oliver
would
have
had
no
great
difficulty
in
imagining
their
relationship
,
if
he
had
not
already
spoken
of
her
as
his
mother
.
Mrs.
Maylie
was
anxiously
waiting
to
receive
her
son
when
he
reached
the
cottage
.
The
meeting
did
not
take
place
without
great
emotion
on
both
sides
.
