He had just received a letter from Jane,
and she said she was weary of London, and longing to be with her dear
mother at Harlow House, or indeed anywhere that would allow her to see
him every day. A very little kindness went a long way with John and such
words lying near his heart made him wonderfully happy. And because he
was happy he was exceedingly busy. Even Greenwood did not trouble him
with observations; and official conversation was reduced to
monosyllables. People came in and left papers and went out without a
word; and there was a pressure on John to "do whatsoever his hand found
to do with all his might."
Suddenly the door was flung open with unrestricted force and noise and
John raised his head to reprove the offender. Instead of this, he rose
from his chair and with open arms took his brother to his heart. "Why,
Harry!" he cried. "Mother will be glad to see you. I was thinking of you
while I dressed myself this morning. When did you reach England?"
"I got to London three days ago."
"Never! I wouldn't tell mother that! She will think you ought to have
been at Hatton three days ago.
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