“Viola smiled faintly; it was the first thing like a smile that had lighted up her pale face since her brother’s death.
“‘You are very kind, Lottie,’ she said, ‘and I know I shall like the soup; I have no appetite, however, but will try some of it to please you.’
“‘Here are three bottles of home-made wine—real grape juice—take some, Viola, you’ll find it excellent. It is the best appetizer in the world—the very thing you need,’ she continued.
“Viola took a small glass of the wine and drank it.
“‘What do you think of it?’
“‘It is very good, and I think it will help me to regain my appetite.’
“We spent a couple of hours pleasantly at dinner; I assisted Lottie in clearing the table, and then Harry and I took leave of the young ladies, promising to visit them early next morning.
“‘Well, Harry,’ said I, as soon as we were out of the jail, ‘how stand matters between you and Viola?’
“‘Oh, we are all right now, I hope.’
“‘Tell me all about it.’