Peter's mother gave him a note in Miranda's hand:
"Peter,—We are going to Canada, and I am not going to write to you. I think, Peter, you are only a boy, and one day you will find out whether you really loved me. I am older than[Pg 74] you. I shall not come back to you, because you are going to be rich, and your friends cannot be my friends. If you had answered my last letter, perhaps I could not have done this. But it is better."
When Peter had finished reading he saw that his mother was watching him. He was learning to notice things. His mother, too, he had never really regarded except in relation to himself. Yet she had seen unfold the tale of his passion. She, too, had been affected8. He passed her the letter, and waited as she read.
"You know, mother, what this means?" he asked, shyly moved to confide9 in her.
"Yes, Peter, I think I do," she answered, glad of his trust.
Peter bent10 eagerly towards her. "Can you tell me where they have gone?"
Mrs. Paragon11 gently denied him:
"No one knows. They left very quickly. Mr. Smith owed some money."
It pained her so sordidly12 to touch Peter's tragedy.
"He ran away?" concluded Peter, squarely facing it.
Mrs. Paragon bent her head. Peter tried to say something. He wanted to tell his mother how suddenly precious to him was her knowledge and understanding. But he broke off and his[Pg 75] mouth trembled. In a moment she had taken him as a child.
At last she spoke13 to him again, wisely and bravely:
"Try to put all this away," she pleaded. "You are too young. I want you to be happy with your friends."
She paused shyly, a little daunted14 by the thought in her mind. Then she quietly continued:
"I don't want you to think yet of women."
She continued to urge him:
"Life is so full of things. You think now only of this disappointment, but, Peter dear, I want you to be strong and famous."
Her words, years afterwards to be remembered, passed over Peter's head. He hardly knew what she said. He was conscious only of her tenderness—his first comfort. It was the consecration15 of their discovered intimacy16.
Uncle Henry was away from home—not expected for several days. Peter was grateful for this. He could not have met the rosy17 man with the heartiness18 he required. Peter spent the evening talking to his mother of Oxford19 and his new friends. She quietly insisted that he should.
But, when Peter was alone once more in his room, his grief came back the deadlier for being held away. He sat for half an hour in the dark. Then he left the room and knocked at his mother's door.
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"Is that you, Peter?"
"I want to talk to you."
The door was not locked and she called him in. He had a plan to discuss, but it could have waited. He merely obeyed a blind instinct to get away from his misery20. His mother leaned from the bed on her elbow, and Peter sat beside her. She raised her arm to his shoulder with a gesture slow and large. Peter insensibly found comfort in her beauty. He had never before realised his mother was beautiful. Was it the open calm of her forehead or her deep eyes?
"Can't you sleep, dear?" she asked.
"I want to ask you something."
"Well?"
Mrs. Paragon tranquilly21 waited.
"I want to go away," said Peter. "I can't bear to be so near to everything."
Mrs. Paragon was immediately practical.
"Where do you want to go?" she asked.
"I could spend the vacation in London," suggested Peter.
"What will your uncle say?"
"Tell him everything."
Mrs. Paragon smiled at herself explaining Peter's tragedy to Uncle Henry.
"You want to go at once?"
"Please."
Peter's mother looked wistfully, with doubt in her heart. Her hand tightened on his arm.
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"I wonder," she almost whispered. "Can I trust you to go?"
She looked at him with her calm eyes.
"Peter," she said at last, "you still belong to me. You must come back to me as my own. Do you understand?"
Peter saw yet deeper into his mother's heart—the mother he had so long neglected to know. Her question hung in the air, but he could not trust his voice. His eyes answered her in an honourable22 promise. Then suddenly he bent his head to her bosom23. Her arms accepted him.
Scarcely half an hour later Peter was fast sleeping in his room. Already the torrent24 of his life was breaking a fresh channel. He had dedicated25 himself anew.
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