Dolly at first said no; but presently felt that she was faint and exhausted, and agreed to the suggestion. She rang for another cup and plate, and ordered the chop. Meanwhile Mr. Copley drank coffee and made a poor hand of the rest of his breakfast.
"What did you come up for, Dolly?"
"To see you, sir."
"You might have waited for that."
"But how long? I had waited."
"What's up?—if your mother's well."
"I wanted to talk to you, father, and I couldn't do it in letters; because there the talking was all on one side, and I wanted to hear what you would say."
"Why, didn't I answer you?"
"No, sir."
"Well, what do you want, Dolly?"