Ambient. Mark started to walk with her to the gate of the grounds, holding Dolcino by the hand.
"Stay with me, my darling," Mrs. Ambient said to the boy, who was wandering away with his father.
Mark Ambient paid no attention to the summons, but Dolcino turned round and looked with eyes of shy entreaty at his mother. "Can't I go with papa?"
"Not when I ask you to stay with me."
"But please don't ask me, mamma," said the child, in his little clear, new voice.
"I must ask you when I want you. Come to me, my darling." And Mrs. Ambient, who had seated herself again, held out her long, slender hands.
Her husband stopped, with his back turned to her, but without releasing the child. He was still talking to the vicaress, but this good lady, I think, had lost the thread of her attention. She looked at Mrs. Am bient and at Dolcino, and then she looked at me, smiling very hard, in an extremely fixed, cheerful manner.
"Papa," said the child, "mamma wants me not to go with you."
"He's very tired—he has run about all day. He ought to be quiet till he goes to bed. Otherwise he won't sleep." These declarations fell successively and gravely from Mrs. Ambient's lips.
Her husband, still without turning round, bent over the boy and looked at him in silence. The vicaress gave a genial, irrelevant laugh, and observed that he was a precious little pet. "Let him choose," said
