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It would be delightful to describe the happy days at Moorlands during St. George's convalescence, when the love-life of Harry and Kate was one long, uninterrupted, joyous dream. When mother, father, and son were again united -- what a meeting was that, once she got her arms around her son's neck and held him close and wept her heart out in thankfulness! -- and the life of the old-time past was revived -- a life softened and made restful and kept glad by the lessons all had learned. And it would be more delightful still to carry the record of these charming hours far into the summer had not St. George, eager to be under his own roof in Kennedy Square, declared he could stay no longer.
Not that his welcome had grown less warm. He and his host had long since unravelled all their difficulties, the last knot having been cut the afternoon the colonel, urged on by Harry's mother -- his disappointment over his sons's coldness set at rest by her pleadings -- had driven into town for Harry in his coach, as has been said, and swept the whole party, including St. George, out to Moorlands.