Her severe face had no thread of relaxation in it, by which any explorer could have been guided to the gloomy labyrinth of her thoughts.
'Shall I speak of our affairs, mother?
Are you inclined to enter upon business ?' 'Am I inclined, Arthur?
Rather, are you?
Your father has been dead a year and more.

I have been at your disposal, and waiting your pleasure, ever since.' 'There was much to arrange before I could leave; and when I did leave, I travelled a little for rest and relief.' She turned her face towards him, as not having heard or understood his last words.

'For rest and relief.' She glanced round the sombre room, and appeared from the motion of her lips to repeat the words to herself, as calling it to witness how little of either it afforded her.
'Besides, mother, you being sole executrix, and having the direction and management of the estate, there remained little business, or I might say none, that I could transact, until you had had time to arrange matters to your satisfaction.' 'The accounts are made out,' she returned.

'I have them here.

The vouchers have all been examined and passed.