'Yes, free as you are, or I. At home. My father was gone to fetch him.'
She put her hands over her face, and looked up with the sweetest smile he had ever seen, and whispered, 'Now I can sing my Nunc dimittis.'
He could not at once speak; and before he had done more than make one deprecatory gesture, she asked, 'You have seen him?'
'Not since this—not since September.'
'I know. You have been very good; and he is at home—ah! not home—but Dr. May's. Was he well? Was he very glad?'
'I have not seen him; I have not heard; you will hear soon. I came at once with the tidings.'
'Thank you;' and she clasped her hands together. 'Have you seen Henry? does he know?'
'Could I? Had not you the first right?'
'Leonard! Oh, dear Leonard!' She lay back for a few moments, panting under the gust of exceeding joy; while he was silent, and tried not to seem to observe her with his anxious eyes. Then she recovered a little and said, 'The truth come out! Did you say so? What was the truth?'
'He paused a moment, afraid of the shock, and remembering that the suspicion had been all unknown to her. She recalled probabilities, and said,