Conolly saw it all, and did not speak until they rejoined Mrs.Fairfax and Douglas in Piccadilly.
"How do you propose to go home ?" said Douglas.
"Walk to St.James's Street, where the carriage is waiting at the club; take Uncle Reginald with us; and drive home through the park," said Elinor.
"I will come with you as far as the club, if you will allow me," said Douglas.
Conolly then took leave of them, and stood still until they disappeared, when he returned to the courtyard, and went up to his sister's carriage.
"Well, Susanna," said he.

"How are you ?" "Oh, there's nothing the matter with me," she replied carelessly, her eyes filling with tears, nevertheless.
"I hear that I have been an uncle for some time past." "Yes, on the wrong side of the blanket." "What is its name ?" he said more gravely.
"Lucy." "Is it quite well ?" "I suppose not.

According to Nurse, it is always ill." Conolly shrugged his shoulders, and relapsed into the cynical manner in which he had used to talk with his sister.

"Tired of it already ?" he said.

"Poor little wretch!" "It is very well off," she retorted, angrily: "a precious deal better than I was at its age.