"Well, but Leonard Fairfield?—you have seen him since?"
"No."
"Nor heard of him?"
"No!—have you?"
"Strange to say, not for a long time. But I have reason to believe that he must be doing well."
"You surprise me! Why?"
"Because, two years ago, he sent for his mother. She went to him."
"Is that all?"
"It is enough; for he would not have sent for her if he could not maintain her."
Here the Hazeldeans entered, arm-in-arm, and the fat butler announced dinner.