“Yes.”
Smithers bowed his head in silence, and put his hand on his heart. Philips watched him in an agony of fright, as though every instant he was apprehensive of some terrible calamity.
“How is she?” continued Smithers, after a time. “Has she ever been happy since she went there?”
Philips shook his head slowly and mournfully.
“Does her father ever show her any affection?”
“Never.”
“Does her brother?”
“Never.”
“Is there any one who does?”
“Yes.”