"I have a plan to please you, Eric," said Mrs. Tremor. "Shall I ask
Montagu and Wildney here? we have plenty of room for them."
"O, thank you," he said, with the utmost eagerness. "Thank you, dearest
aunt." Then suddenly his countenance fell. "Stop--shall we?--yes, yes, I
am going to die soon, I know; let me see them before I die."
The Trevors did not know that he was aware of the precarious tenure of
his life, but they listened to him in silence, and did not contradict
him; and Mrs. Trevor wrote to both the boys (whose directions Eric
knew), telling them what had happened, and begging them, simply for his
sake, to come and stay with her for a time. She hinted clearly that it
might be the last opportunity they would ever have of seeing him.
Wildney and Montagu accepted the invitation; and they arrived together
at Fairholm on one of the early autumn evenings. They both greeted Eric
with the utmost affection; and he seemed never tired of pressing their
hands, and looking at them again.
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