"I hoped you would come, Harry. Really, I wanted to see you. You're looking well."
"You're looking well, too." She was. She wore a dressing gown of some gossamer material over her flannel pajamas. She'd never liked nightgowns.
"Nice trip back?"
"Long one."
"Weather bad? No, there's no weather up there."
"I can't complain."
"Did you have anything to eat?"
"Don't bother. I only wanted to say hello." Goodbye, he meant.
"Harry's asleep now."