The garden was drenched in dew, and when about seven o'clock, the first sunbeam pierced the grey mantle of the east, every leaf flashed back the yellow light.

Will was walking there alone, his eyes turned now and then to the white window of his mother's room.
Jane came forth with her rosy morning face, her expression graver than of wont.
"You are uneasy about mother," were her first words.

"So am I, very.

I feel convinced Dr.Edge has given her some serious warning; I saw the change in her after his last visit." "I shall go and see him," said Will.
They talked of their anxiety, then Warburton proposed that they should walk a little way along the road, for the air was cool.
"I've something I want to tell you," he began, when they had set forth.
"It's a little startling--rather ludicrous, too.

What should you say if some one came and told you he had seen me serving behind a grocer's counter in London ?" "What do you mean, Will ?" "Well, I want to know how it would strike you.