"Quite well," replied Nora "only fretting about you."
"About me? They needn't do that—I'm not worth it. You're sure your mother is quite well, Nora?"
"Yes."
"And Molly?"
"Yes, quite well."
"And the young 'uns, Nell and Boris?"
"Oh, they're well, only Nell frets a good bit."
"Poor child, poor child; bless her, she's a loving little soul. I suppose Guy is awfully cut up, eh, Nonie?"
"Oh, father, indeed he's not. Guy is too much of a man—he's splendid, he is, really. I wish you'd go back again, father, that's all they want. It's you they want, not the Towers—you are more to them than the Towers."