“Oh no,” he said. “There are no bones broken, but she is shaken. I am going again to-morrow.”
Another inquiry or two, and Grace said,
“Did she ask for me?”
“Well—I think she did—I don’t quite remember; but I am under the impression that she spoke of you.”
“Cannot you recollect at all what she said?”
“I cannot, just this minute.”
“At any rate she did not talk much about me?” said Grace with disappointment.
“Oh no.”
“But you did, perhaps,” she added, innocently fishing for a compliment.
“Oh yes—you may depend upon that!” replied he, warmly, though scarcely thinking of what he was saying, so vividly was there present to his mind the personality of Mrs. Charmond.