It occurred to him that it was a poor meal . He looked at his children ; they were rosy and healthy looking enough -- except Una , and she had never been very strong even when her mother was alive . They were all laughing and talking -- certainly they seemed happy . Carl was especially happy because he had two most beautiful spiders crawling around his supper plate . Their voices were pleasant , their manners did not seem bad , they were considerate of and gentle to one another . Yet Mrs. Davis had said their behaviour was the talk of the congregation . As Mr. Meredith went through his gate Dr. Blythe and Mrs. Blythe drove past on the road that led to Lowbridge . The minister 's face fell . Mrs. Blythe was going away -- there was no use in going to Ingleside . And he craved a little companionship more than ever . As he gazed rather hopelessly over the landscape the sunset light struck on a window of the old West homestead on the hill . It flared out rosily like a beacon of good hope . He suddenly remembered Rosemary and Ellen West . He thought that he would relish some of Ellen 's pungent conversation . He thought it would be pleasant to see Rosemary 's slow , sweet smile and calm , heavenly blue eyes again . What did that old poem of Sir Philip Sidney 's say ? -- `` continual comfort in a face '' -- that just suited her . And he needed comfort . Why not go and call ? He remembered that Ellen had asked him to drop in sometimes and there was Rosemary 's book to take back -- he ought to take it back before he forgot .
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