"And seen Colonel Cathcart?"
"No."
"Not at home?"
"In a social sense, not at home; in a moral sense, very far from at home; in a natural sense, seated in his own arm-chair, with his own work on the Peninsular War open on the table before him."
"Wouldn't see him?"
"No."
"What's he to do then?"
"I think we had better leave that to him. Harry is not the man I take him for if he doesn't know his own way better than you or I can tell him."
"You're right, Smith. How's Miss Cathcart?"
"I have never seen her so well. Certainly she did not come down to breakfast, but I believe that was merely from shyness. She appeared in the dining-room directly after, and although it was evident she had been crying, her step was as light and her colour as fresh as her lover even could wish to see them."