"Yes—for health."
"Well, I'm glad to see you. How are you? You don't look very first-class."
Stafford came down the bank without replying, and sat down. He was, in spite of it being the country and very hot, dressed in his usual black, and looked paler and thinner than ever.
"Have some lunch?"
Stafford smiled.
"There's only enough for one," he said.
"Nonsense, man!"
"No, really; I never take it."
A pause ensued. Stafford seemed to be thinking, while Morewood was undoubtedly eating. Presently, however, the latter said:
"You left us rather suddenly at Millstead."