"Yes, he had a good breakfast; I got it ready for him last night."
"But did anyone see him off?"
"I did."
"That's right; I should not have liked him to have had his last meal by himself. I miss him awfully. Effie, dear, how soon do you think we can go to London?"
"As soon as possible, mother—in about six weeks."
"Six weeks!" exclaimed Mrs. Staunton. "I can't live without George for six weeks."
"Oh, yes, you can, mother—at least you'll try."