"Are you better for the sleep, Ida?" he asked, taking the hand she had extended.
"Much; much better. How the sun shines!"
"Yes, it's a fine day. Don't you think you could go out a little?"
"I think I should like to, but I can't walk very far, I'm afraid."
"You needn't walk at all, my dear. Your carriage shall be here whenever you like to order it."
"My carriage?"
The exclamation was like a child's pleased wonder. She coloured a little, and seemed ashamed.
"How is Mr. Waymark?" was her next question.
"Nothing much amiss now, I think. His eyes are painful, he says, and he mustn't leave the room yet, but it won't last much longer. Shall we go together and see him?"
She hesitated, but decided to wait till he could come down.