“Do you think my father looks very ill, Mr Elrington?” said she.
“From his appearance, I think that he must have suffered much.”
“I am most thankful that you have come to see him, Mr Elrington. You have no idea how his mind was troubled, and how he longed to be reconciled to you. I trust he has made his peace.”
“I have always had too much respect for your father, and gratitude for his kindness to me, to have made that a work of difficulty.”
“You rejoice me much—make me very happy, Mr Elrington,” replied Miss Trevannion, as the tears dropped fast from her eyes. “You must excuse me,” said she; “I have become very weak and nervous during my father’s illness—and sitting up with him so much,—but it is over now.”
“You have had much anxiety, I see, Miss Trevannion; you are pale and thin to what you were.”
“Did my father—? But I have no right to ask such questions.”
“You would inquire, Miss Trevannion, whether anything was said as to future arrangements?”
Miss Trevannion made a sign of assent.
“I have promised to execute a commission for him, and am going to London, accompanied by Captain Levee.”