So matters went on pretty smoothly; only one morning, speaking of Henry, Mrs. Little surprised a look of secret intelligence between her brother and Jael Dence. She made no remark at the time, but she puzzled in secret over it, and began at last to watch the pair.
She asked Raby at dinner, one day, when she might hope to hear from Henry.
“I don't know,” said he, and looked at Jael Dence like a person watching for orders.
Mrs. Little observed this, and turned keenly round to Jael.
“Oh,” said Jael, “the doctor—I beg pardon, Dr. Amboyne—can tell you that better than I can. It is a long way to Australia.”
“How you send me from one to another,” said Mrs. Little, speaking very slowly.
They made no reply to that, and Mrs. Little said no more. But she pondered all this. She wrote to Dr. Amboyne, and asked him why no letter had come from Henry.
Dr. Amboyne wrote back that, even if he had gone in a steamboat, there was hardly time for a letter to come back: but he had gone in a sailing-vessel. “Give him three months and a half to get there, and two months for his letters to come back.”
In this same letter he told her he was glad to hear she was renewing her youth like an eagle, but reminded her it would entail some consequences more agreeable to him than to her.
She laid down the letter with a blush and fell into a reverie.