He appeared to be stronger when he came home at evening, and he joked with Ellen; he told her that she had narrowly escaped the position of temporary manager of the Colossus.

They were in the library, and a cheerfulness that had been absent seemed just to have returned.

Witherspoon went early to bed and left Henry and Ellen sitting there.
"Don't you think he will be well in a few days ?" the girl asked.
"Yes, now that his worry is locked in jail." "That isn't so very bad," she replied, smiling at him.

"But suppose they hang his worry ?" "It may be all the better." "Mother and I went this afternoon to see Mrs.Brooks," said the girl.
"And she doesn't appear to be crushed, either.

I don't see why she should be--they wouldn't have lived together much longer anyway.