Laura had netted a purse into which his mother had put some sovereigns,
and Pen had found it on his dressing-table that very morning. He gave one
to the little servant who had been used to wait upon the Costigans, and
another to the children, because they said they were very fond of her. It
was but a few months back, yet what years ago it seemed since he had
first entered that room! He felt that it was all done. The very missing
her at the coach had something fatal in it. Blank, weary, utterly
wretched and lonely the poor lad felt.
His mother saw She was gone by his look when he came home. He was eager
to fly too now, as were other folks round about Chatteris. Poor Smirke
wanted to go away from the sight of the syren widow. Foker began to think
he had had enough of Baymouth, and that a few supper-parties at Saint
Boniface would not be unpleasant. And Major Pendennis longed to be off,
and have a little pheasant-shooting at Stillbrook, and get rid of all
annoyances and tracasseries of the village. The widow and Laura nervously
set about the preparation for Pen's kit, and filled trunks with his books
and linen.
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