Clearly he had not spent the last three months in ease of mind. His appearance was too like that with which he had come from Oxford on the occasion of his break-down.
'I could bear it no longer,' he continued. 'I cannot let her go away without seeing her.'
'You will go this evening?'
'Yes, I must. You have nothing hopeful to say to me?'
Mrs. Baxendale dropped her eyes, and answered, 'Nothing.' Then she regarded him as if in preface to some utterance of moment, but after all kept silence.
'Has she heard of anything yet?'
'I believe not. I have not seen her since Tuesday, and then she told me of nothing. But I don't ask her.'
'I know—you explained. I think you have done wisely. How is she?'
'Well, seemingly.'
He let his feeling get the upper hand.