Rach. I’m afraid not, Miss Flossie.
Flo. Is he so changed?
Rach. He looks thin an’ tired like.
Flo. Poor Herbert! Did he ask about me or papa?
Rach. You first! The poor child was wanderin’ round like a stray sheep. He didn’t know that the old place was sold for lots. It seemed to make him sad.
Flo. Rachel, what shall we do?
Rach. Did you speak to Mr. Lawton?
Flo. Yes, and papa frightened me. He seemed so bitter—and so hurt.
Rach. I’ll tell him I think he is too harsh.