"You have spoken to nobody of my being here, Humphreys," said Rupert, when he saw him.
"To nobody, your honour."
"Then follow me!"
When they had come to Sinclair's private room, he continued—
"My father, Humphreys—Tell me quickly how he is."
"Oh, a world better, sir."
"Thank God! And my mother?"
"Breaking, sir. This last affair"—
"They are in town?"
"Yes, your honour—you will call upon them, won't you? It will do her ladyship's heart good to see you again—though, saving your honour's presence, you looks more like a spectre than a human being."