"At last it has arrived!"
The old lady was very much older, but still the same.
"You will again have a chance!"
"Restored to your friends!"
"The world!"
"Your luxuries!"
"Your comforts!"
"Comforts! Luxuries!" At last the old lady had an opportunity to slip in a word. "And friends! You say right."
There was a pause—a pause which held not a small measure of embarrassment. But the two visitors, although they were women of the world, and so dreaded an embarrassment more than they did sin, had prepared themselves even to stand this.
The old lady standing there—she was very much thinner, very much bent, but still the same—appeared to be looking not at them, but at their enumeration.