'Speak! are you sure?'
'I judge by the look.'
Redworth stepped unfalteringly.
'It's over, all well,' he said. He brushed his forehead and looked sharply cheerful.
'My dear fellow! my dear fellow!' Sir Lukin grasped his hand. 'It's more than I deserve. Over? She has borne it! She would have gone to heaven and left me!
Is she safe?'
'Doing well.'
'Have you seen the surgeons?'
'Mrs. Warwick.'
'What did she say?'