"And nothing since?"
"Nothing. I was so anxious to get to you, and I have been so long finding you."
"No wonder you are white and faint. Ah, there is Timothy, in my little room where we eat--and talk, I was about to say; but we talk everywhere. Come along."
There was not only tea on the table, there was a chop, beautifully cooked, and bread-and-butter, on a clean white cloth.
"What did I tell you of him?" said Mr. Loveday, when Timothy, after looking at the table to see that nothing was wanting, had departed. "He knew what I did not. I never met another like him. Now, eat. Ah, the color is coming back into your face. Have you come from the country?"
"Yes, uncle."
"What station did you stop at?"
"Waterloo."
"At what time?"
"One o'clock."