“He shook me by the hand,” replied Sandford.
“That was a sign he was glad to see you, was it not?” said Matilda.
“Yes; but he could not do less.”
“Nor more:” replied she.
“He looks very well, our servant tells us,” said Miss Woodley.
“Extremely well indeed,” answered Sandford: “and to tell the truth, I never saw him in better spirits.”
“That is well—” said Matilda, and sighed a weight of fears from her heart.
“Where is he now, Mr. Sandford?”
“Gone to take a walk about his grounds, and I stole here in the mean time.”
“What was your conversation during dinner?” asked Miss Woodley.