Next day, Henry called early, and found Miss Carden alone. His heart beat tumultuously. She was very gracious, and hoped he had spent a pleasant day yesterday.
“Pretty well.”
“Is that all? Why I quite envied you your ride, and your companion.”
“She is a very good girl.”
“She is something more than that: but one does not find her out all at once.”
Now it was Henry's turn. But he was flustered, and thinking how he should begin. And, while he hesitated, the lady asked him was he come to finish the bust.
“No. I didn't come for that. I will finish it though.” And thus he was diverted from his purpose, for the moment.
He took a carving tool, and eyed his model, but soon laid down the tool, and said: “I haven't thanked you yet. And I don't know how to thank you.”
“What for?”
“For what you sent to Mr. Cheetham.”