"If you will. If you are not too tired."
"Who makes tea for you in general?" she continued.
"They send it in, made."
Sibylla busied herself with the tea, in a languid sort of manner. In vain Lionel pressed her to eat. She could touch nothing. She took a piece of rolled bread-and-butter, but left it.
"You must have dined on the road, Mrs. Massingbird?" he said, with a smile.
"I? I have not taken anything all day. I kept thinking 'I shall get to Verner's Pride in time for my aunt's dinner.' But the train arrived later than I anticipated; and when I got here she was gone."
Sibylla bent her head, as if playing with her teaspoon. Lionel detected the dropping tears.
"Did you wonder where I was going just now, when I went out?"
"I did not know you had been out," replied Sibylla.
"I went to your sisters'. I thought it would be better for them to come here. Unfortunately, I found them gone out; and young Cheese says they will not be home until two in the morning."