"But you are better now," I said; "this sense of fatigue is wearing off, I hope."
"Oh, yes!" she answered, languidly.
"And you will be well enough to see Mrs. Dennison before dinner, I hope," whispered Jessie.
"Perhaps, child."
"Father will persuade you."
"Where is your father, Jessie?"
"Oh! somewhere about. On the front balcony, I believe, with Mrs. Dennison, who declares that she never will get tired of looking down the valley."
"Yes, it is a lovely view. We used to sit on the balcony for hours—your father and I—but now—" Mrs. Lee turned away her face and shaded her eyes with one pale hand.
I walked to the window and lifted the curtain; but there was a mist over my eyes, and I could not discern a feature of the landscape.