"Everybody, Tom."
"Your aunt and uncle, and Miss Fanny and Master Robert?"
"They are all well, Tom. They send their love, and will come and see you when they are allowed."
"They are very good. And Mr. Cornwall, Miss Phœbe—he is well, I hope?"
"Quite well, Tom. He is below, waiting for me."
"I am glad to hear it, Miss Phœbe. But perhaps I am making a mistake."
"In what, Tom?"
"In calling you Miss Phœbe."
"No, Tom." She held up her left hand.
"If I dared to ask a favour?"