"It is you who are good to me, dearest Lady Temple."
"I am afraid I shall hardly get you again. Your poor uncle will never
be able to part with you, so I won't ask you to promise, but if ever you
can--"
"If ever I can! This has been a very happy time, dear Lady Temple," a
confidence seemed trembling on her lips, but she suppressed it. "I shall
always think of you as the kindest friend a motherless girl ever had! I
will write to you from Bath. Good-bye--"
And there were all the boys in a row, little affectionate Hubert
absolutely tearful, and Conrade holding up a bouquet, on which he had
spent all his money, having persuaded Coombe to ride with him to the
nursery garden at Avoncester to procure it. He looked absolutely shy and
blushing, when Bessie kissed him and promised to dry the leaves and keep
them for ever.