“And well,” he continued.
Mrs. Bennet closed her eyes in a silent prayer. A light so sweet stole over her matronly face that Lawrence Newt did not fear to say,
“And near you; come with me!”
They left the room together; and Amy Waring, who knew why they went, followed her aunt and Lawrence from the room.
The three stopped at the door of Lawrence Newt’s study.
“Your sister is here,” said he; and Amy and he remained outside while Mrs. Bennet entered the room.
It was more than twenty years since the sisters had met, and they clasped each other silently and wept for a long time.
“Martha!”
“Lucia!”
It was all they said; and wept again quietly.