"Ever so good. How's father after the wedding?"
"Very sad indeed, because you're bad. Oh, mother, he'd have given all he's got in the world if he could have come this morning instead of me."
"He'd like to come?"
"You well know it. If you'd lift your little finger, he'd come."
Margery smiled.
"When I could lift my little finger, I didn't. Now I can't, perhaps——"
"But if he knew you even wanted to——"
"How's his leg, Auna?"
"Better and better. But Mr. Winter says he mustn't use it too much, because he's a heavy man. But he isn't as heavy as he was. He's thinner round the waist, mother."
"Is he? And is Adam Winter kindly to him?"