"There, you see!" Matilda turned to Mr. Beamer, triumph radiating her whole figure. "It worked,—oh, Matthew, it worked." Then she turned back to Jane. "Get up right off, didn't she? Same day I left?"
"Y—yes." Jane clung more tightly to the chair. She began to doubt the ground beneath her feet.
"Perfectly well, strong, able-bodied,—isn't she?"
"Yes."
"You see?—" to Mr. Beamer. Then, "Oh, it's too splendid! I s'pose the cat's stopped snooping, too, hasn't he?"
"Y—yes."
"House all clean? Garden growing fine?"—
"Yes, indeed."
"And you, Jane, how are you?"
"Oh, I'm all right. I—I've become engaged."