“Far better than when you saw her. Indeed, I should say perfectly restored to health. She walks long walks, and takes rides on a mountain pony, and looks like one who had never known illness.”
“Not married yet?” said he with a faint smile.
“No; he is coming back next month and they will probably be married before Christmas.”
“And as much in love as ever—he, I mean?”
“Fully; and she too.”
“Pshaw! She never cared for him; she never could care for him. She tried it—did her very utmost I saw the struggle, and I saw its failure, and I told her so?”
“You told her so!”
“Why not? It was well for the poor girl that one human being in all the world should understand and feel for her. And she is determined to marry him?”
“Yes; he is coming back solely with that object.”
“How was it that none of his letters spoke of me? Are you quite sure they did not?”