“He seemed surprised, as if he had seen me some where before, and recognized me,” thought Frank, “but I don’t remember him. If I had seen his face before, I think I should remember it.”
“Don’t come out, uncle.” said John Wade, when summoned to tea by the housekeeper. “Mrs. Bradley and I are going to have a chat by ourselves, and I will soon return.”
“You are looking thin, Mr. John,” said Mrs Bradley.
“Am I thinner than usual? I never was very corpulent, you know. How is my uncle’s health? He says he is well.”
“He is pretty well, but he isn’t as young as he was.”
“I think he looks older,” said John. “But that is not surprising—at his age. He is seventy, isn’t he?”
“Not quite. He is sixty-nine.”
“His father died at seventy-one.”
“Yes.”
“But that is no reason why my uncle should not live till eighty. I hope he will.”