The things we do!

The wrinkles about his honest eyes are somewhat
deeper, but their look is as steadfast and kind as in the early, almost
boyish days when first we knew them.
We talk a while about the Colonel's voyage home, the pleasures of the
Spanish journey, the handsome new quarters in which Clive has installed
his father and himself, my own altered condition in life, and what not.
During the conversation a little querulous voice makes itself audible
above-stairs, at which noise Mr. Clive begins to laugh, and the Colonel
to smile. It is for the first time in his life Mr. Clive listens to the
little voice; indeed, it is only since about six weeks that that small
organ has been heard in the world at all. Laura Pendennis believes its
tunes to be the sweetest, the most interesting, the most mirth-inspiring,
the most pitiful and pathetic, that ever baby uttered; which opinions, of
course, are backed by Mrs. Hokey, the confidential nurse. Laura's husband
is not so rapturous; but, let us trust, behaves in a way becoming a man
and a father.


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