Wilfrid Brudenell.
Not heard much! oh!
Janet Preece.
Not much of Galignani. I’ve never been read to before, and I only know that your kind voice has been rising and falling and rising and falling, and all for me. I didn’t want to hear the words.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
By Jove! You’re quite yourself this morning, aren’t you?
Janet Preece.
No—not myself. I feel so happy. But I am dreadfully puzzled. Tell me—have I been very ill?
Wilfrid Brudenell.