"O well!—nicely,"—she said in happy accents.
"What made you try to walk down stairs?"
"I thought I could do it."
"And knew I would not let you. Will you be in a talking mood after tea?"
"I am now. I have been wanting to talk to you, Endecott, ever since you got home."
"What about?"
"About these weeks."
The summons to tea came then, however; but when tea was disposed of, and Faith had come back to her sofa in the sitting-room, Mr. Linden took his place at her side.
"Now I am ready for 'these weeks,'" he said.
Faith was less ready than he, though she had wished for the talk. Her face darkened to something of the weary look with which he had found her.