After a long and painful silence, Julian asked, in a low voice, "What is Urith about?"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Anthony, roused out of a reverie. "Urith—what about Urith?"
"I asked what she was about."
"I cannot tell. Nothing in particular, I suppose."
The same tone as that in which he had spoken about Willsworthy.
"Your marriage does not seem to have improved your spirits. I miss your olden gaiety."
"I have enough to take that out of me. There is my father's continued ill-humour. What think you of that, Julian? Is there any immediate prospect of his coming to a better mind?"
"My brother could answer this question better than I, for I have no occasion or opportunity for speaking with your father, whereas Fox is over at Hall twice or thrice in the week."
"What makes him go there?"
"There you ask me what once more I cannot answer. But let us say he goes in your interest. He is your friend."