“Have you quite recovered?”
“Quite, ma’am, thank you.”
“Yet you feel weak?”
“Yes, madam.”
“That will pass away. You are traveling quite alone, I believe.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Then, if I or Mr. Randolph Hay can be of any service to you, I hope you will call on us. I, and I am sure Mr. Hay also, would be very much pleased to serve you.”
“I thank you, madam, very much, but my dear father will meet me at Liverpool, so that I shall not need assistance. But equally I thank you.”
Jennie would have said more had she been able. She would have acknowledged the services or the supposed services the lady had performed for her before they had ever met; but her tongue “clove to the roof of her mouth,” so to speak. It was all she could do to utter the perfunctory words she had spoken, and these without raising her eyes to the face of the goddess.
Mrs. Randolph Hay bowed graciously, and passed on toward the cabin.