But with the mother it was otherwise. She had seen
the shadows pass away from my countenance as I sat and talked upon
that cool piazza, my eyes bent upon her daughter. Mothers know.
CHAPTER XX
BACK FROM CATHAY
The next morning, being again settled in my rooms in Walford, I went
to call upon the Doctor and his daughter. The Doctor was not at home,
but his daughter was glad to see me.
"And how do you like your cycle of Cathay?" she asked.
"I do not like it at all," I answered. "It has taken me upon a dreary
round. I am going to change it for another as soon as I have an
opportunity."
"Then it has not been a wheel of fortune to you?" she remarked. "And
as for that country which you figuratively called Cathay, did you find
that pleasant?"
"In some ways, yes, but in others not. You see, I came back before my
vacation was over, and I do not care to go there any more."
She now wanted me to tell her where I had really been and what had
happened to me, and I gave her a sketch of my adventures.
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