[Ten]
In Which a Letter Is Read
Cleone sat on a stool at Sir Maurice's knee and sighed. So did Sir Maurice, and knew that they sighed for the same thing.
"Well, my dear," he said, trying to speak cheerfully, "how is your mamma?"
"The same as ever, I thank you," answered Cleone.
Sir Maurice patted her hand.
"And how is little Cleone?"
"Oh, sir, can you ask? I am very well," she said, with great sprightliness. "And you?"
Sir Maurice was more honest.
"To tell the truth, my dear, I miss that young scamp."