"Mr. Carleton! O Sir, how glad I am to see you!" was said by eye and cheek, as unmistakably as by word.
"Have you come from the clouds?"
"I might rather ask that question of you," said he, smiling. "You have been invisible ever since the night when I had the honour of playing the part of your physician."
"I could not help it, Sir I was sure you would believe it. I wanted exceedingly to see you, and to thank you as well as I could, but I was obliged to leave it."
She could hardly say so much. Her swimming eye gave him more thanks than he wanted. But she scolded herself vigorously, and after a few minutes, was able to look and speak again.
"I hoped you would not think me ungrateful, Sir, but in case you might, I wrote to let you know that you were mistaken."
"You wrote to me?" said he.
"Yes, Sir, yesterday morning at least it put in the post yesterday morning."
"It was more unnecessary than you are aware of," he said, with a smile, and turning one of his deep looks away from her.
"Are we fast here for all night, Mr. Carleton!" she said, presently.