She was thinking of him as he lay in her lap years and years ago, and
pondering, in her disconnected, incoherent way, over the mysteries
which are mysteries to us as much as to her.
Mrs. Broad, who was in constant attendance upon Priscilla, at the
very earliest moment pronounced the baby a Flavel, and made haste to
tell father and mother so. There was no mistaking a refinement, so
to say, in the features and an expression in the eye. George, of
course, was nearly banished for a time, and was much with his father
and mother. At length, however, the hour arrived when the nurse took
her departure, and, Mrs. Broad having also somewhat retired, he began
to see a little more of his wife; but it was very little. She was
altogether shut up in maternal cares--closed round, apparently, from
the whole world. He was not altogether displeased, but he did at
times think that she might give him a moment now and then, especially
as he was greatly interested in the coming county election. It was
rather too early in the day for a Free Trader to stand as a
candidate, but two Whigs, of whom they had great hopes, had been put
up, and both George and his father were most energetic in canvassing
and on committees.
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