"My dear!" Mrs. Weston protested. "You know I am."
"We match very well. You never want to talk, and I never have anything to say." Susan sat down, and for some time the only sound was from Mrs. Weston's needle. At last, "You are still here, then," Susan said.
"My dear! Why not, indeed?"
"Oh. But you would always stay by Alison if she needed you."
"Why, she never has needed me. And now less than ever."
"Oh." Susan considered that. "And is he kind to you?"
Mrs. Weston flushed. "Indeed he has been very good to me."
"That is all I wanted to ask you," said Susan, and again there was silence.
After a little while Mrs. Weston dropped her sewing and looked anxiously at Susan. "Have you ever seen him?"
"Only his back. He used to keep in the corners at Tetherdown."