"But here is something that I did bring you," and, opening a basket, she drew out a nice, tempting pie, some very delicious fruit cake, and white bread.
"I suppose your fare is miserable?"
"Oh, worse than miserable."
Fanny drew near me, and without the least timidity, stretched forth her hand.
"Oh, please give me some, only a little; I'm nearly starved?"
I freely gave her the larger portion, for she could enjoy it. I had the flowers, the blessed flowers, that Henry had sent, and they were food and drink for me!
Louise informed me that, since my arrest, she had cleared up and arranged Miss Jane's room; and she thought it was Mr. Summerville's intention to sell me after the trial.
"Have you heard who will buy me?" I asked.
"Oh, no, I don't suppose an offer has yet been made; nor do I know that it is their positive intention to sell you; but that is what I judged from their conversation."