agreeable? You have a great idea of being agreeable, you know."
The boy seemed to meditate on this distinction, this imputation, for a moment; then his exaggerated eyes, which had wandered, caught my own as I watched him. "Do you think me agreeable?" he inquired, with the candor of his age, and with a smile that made his father turn round to me, laughing, and ask, mutely, with a glance, "Is n't he adorable?"
"Then why don't you hop about, if you feel so lusty?" Ambient went on, while the boy swung his hand.
"Because mamma is holding me close!"
"Oh, yes; I know how mamma holds you when I come near!" Ambient exclaimed, looking at his wife. She turned her charming eyes up to him, without deprecation or concession, and after a moment she said, "You can go for Allingham if you like. I think myself it would be better. You ought to drive."
"She says that to get me away," Ambient remarked to me, laughing; after which he started for the doctor's.
I remained there with Mrs. Ambient, though our conversation had more pauses than speeches. The boy's little fixed white face seemed, as before, to plead with me to stay, and after a while it produced still another effect, a very curious one, which I shall find it difficult to express. Of course I expose myself to the charge of attempting to give fantastic reasons for an act which may have been simply the fruit
