My excuse of fatigue she readily accepted, for she thought I still looked ill.

I had changed so much, she said, it made her heart ache to look at me.

When I could speak of the accident at Rosville, would I tell her all?
And would I describe my life there; what friends I had made; would they visit me?
She hoped so.

And Mr.Somers, who made them so hurried a visit, would he come?
She liked him.

While she talked, she kept a pitying but resolute eye upon me.
"Dear mother, I never can tell you all, as you wish.