"
They both experienced a buoyant relief, such as seems to come to people
who begin life anew on whatever terms. "I hope we are young enough yet,
Basil," she said, and she would not have it when he said they had once
been younger.
They heard the children's knock on the door; they knocked when they came
home from school so that their mother might let them in. "Shall we tell
them at once?" she asked, and ran to open for them before March could
answer.
They were not alone. Fulkerson, smiling from ear to ear, was with them.
"Is March in?" he asked.
"Mr. March is at home, yes," she said very haughtily. "He's in his
study," and she led the way there, while the children went to their
rooms.
"Well, March," Fulkerson called out at sight of him, "it's all right! The
old man has come down."
"I suppose if you gentlemen are going to talk business--" Mrs. March
began.
"Oh, we don't want you to go away," said Fulkerson. "I reckon March has
told you, anyway."
"Yes, I've told her," said March. "Don't go, Isabel. What do you mean,
Fulkerson?"
"He's just gone on up home, and he sent me round with his apologies. He
sees now that he had no business to speak to you as he did, and he
withdraws everything.
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