"Well, he might be back at any time—come in and rest. You look tired."
"Well—I believe I will."
He followed the motherly housekeeper into the office parlor, where she bade him be seated. She excused herself as her work could not be neglected—Would he be interested in the London papers, or the latest Deseret News. She pointed to the table where these papers lay, then went about her work.
Chester looked listlessly at the papers, but did not attempt to read. Presently, the housekeeper came back.
"I'm having a bite to eat down in the dining room. Come and keep me company. The Elders don't eat till later, but I must have something in the middle of the day."
Chester went with her into the cool, restful room below, and partook with her of the simple meal. Not having had breakfast, he ate with relish. Besides, there was a spirit of peace about the place. His aching heart found some comfort in the talk of the good woman.
Shortly afterwards, Elder Malby arrived, and he saw in a moment that something was the matter with his young friend.
"How are the folks," he asked, "Lucy and her father?"
"He is not well," Chester replied.
"That's too bad. And you are worried?"