"I dreamt of Phœbe all night long," said Aunt Leth. "What would I not give to see her dear face!"
"It is strange we hear nothing of her," he observed. "It is wearing upon Mr. Cornwall."
"And upon all of us. Fanny is quite a changed girl. All her high spirits seem to be going."
"It is terrible," said Mr. Lethbridge, absently. He loved Phœbe devotedly, but he was thinking of the bill.
"Tom Barley is going to Parksides to-night. 'Melia Jane says he is determined to get some news of the dear girl."
"I hope he will," said Mr. Lethbridge; and then they went down to breakfast.
On his way to the bank that morning he made up his mind that before the week was out he would confide his trouble to his wife.