'Gone to Aspinshaw.'
'Both of them?'
'Yes; I asked Dick to take a note for me, and Roland said he'd go too.'
The old man looked pleased.
'Did you want either of them?' she asked.
'I want them both when they come in.'
'Suppose you are asleep?'
'I shall not sleep until I have seen my sons.'
'Art thee better to-night, Richard?' she asked in a tone of tender solicitude, dropping back, as people so often do in moments of anxiety, into the soft sing-song accent that had once been habitual to her.