"I am very glad to hear that you are so much better, Mr. Graham," said Madeline, standing in the doorway with averted eyes, and speaking with a voice so low that it only just reached his ears.
"Thank you, Miss Staveley; I shall never know how to express what I feel for you all."
"And there's none of 'em have been more anxious about you than she, I can tell you; and none of 'em ain't kinder-hearteder," said Mrs. Baker.
"I hope you will be up soon and be able to come down to the drawing-room," said Madeline. And then she did glance round, and for a moment saw the light of his eye as he sat upright in the bed. He was still pale and thin, or at least she fancied so, and her heart trembled within her as she thought of the danger he had passed.
"I do so long to be able to talk to you again; all the others come and visit me, but I have only heard the sounds of your footsteps as you pass by."
"And yet she always walks like a mouse," said Mrs. Baker.
"But I have always heard them," he said. "I hope Marian thanked you for the books. She told me how you had gotten them for me."
"She should not have said anything about them; it was Augustus who thought of them," said Madeline.
"Marian comes to me four or five times a day," he continued; "I do not know what I should do without her."
"I hope she is not noisy," said Madeline.