"The girls have special messages to send," said Rachel.
"I'll come back in another ten minutes," said Mr. O'Mahony. "I shall not wait longer than that."
"Only their love," said Frank; upon which Rachel looked as though she thought that Frank Jones was certainly an ass.
"Of course I want to hear their love," said Rachel. "Dear Ada, and dear Edith! Why don't you tell me their love?"
"My poor sick girl," he said, laying his hand upon her shoulder, and looking into her eyes.
"Never mind my sickness. I know I am as thin and as wan as an ogre. Nevertheless, I care for their love."
"Rachel, do you care for mine?"
"I haven't got it! Oh, Frank, why don't you speak to me? You have spoken a word, just a word, and all the blood is coming back to my veins already."
"Dearest, dearest, dearest Rachel."
"Now you have spoken; now you have told me of your sisters and your father. Now I know it all! Now my father may come in."