And
the wind brought a Christmas greeting from the bells of Furness and
Torver, and Sandal-Side peal sent it on to Earlstower and Coniston.
After breakfast they all went to church; and Harry saw, as in a dream,
the sacred table spread with spotless cloth and silver cups and
flagons, and the dim place decked with holly, and the smiling glance of
welcome from his old acquaintances in the village. And he fell into a
reverie which was not a Christmas reverie, and had it suddenly broken by
his sister singing high and clear the carol the angels sung on the hills
of Bethlehem,--"Glory be to God on high!" And the tears sprang into his
eyes, and he looked stealthily at his father and mother, who were
reverently listening; and said softly to himself, "I wish that I had
never been born."
For he had come to tell his father news which he knew would shake the
foundations of love and life; and he felt like a coward and a thief in
delaying the explanation. "What right have I to this one day's more
love?" he asked himself; and yet he could not endure to mar the holy,
unselfish festival with the revelation of his own selfishness. As the
day wore on, a sense of weariness and even gloom came with it. Rich food
and wine are by no means conducive to cheerfulness. The squire sloomed
and slept in his chair; and finally, after a cup of tea, went to bed.
The servants had a party in their own hall, and Mrs.
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