"I'm off to my brother's." She made no reply.

He looked at her closer.

The girl's eyes were trying to read his face, with an utter carelessness of concealment, which forbade (even to his mind) all unworthy interpretation of her motive for stopping him on his way out.
"Any commands for me ?" he inquired This time she answered him.

"I have something to ask you," she said.
He smiled graciously, and opened his tobacco-pouch.

He was fresh and strong after his night's sleep--healthy and handsome and good-humored.
The house-maids had had a peep at him that morning, and had wished--like Desdemona, with a difference--that "Heaven had made all three of them such a man." "Well," he said, "what is it ?" She put her question, without a single word of preface--purposely to surprise him.
"Mr.Delamayn," she said, "do you know where Anne Silvester is this morning ?" He was filling his pipe as she spoke, and he dropped some of the tobacco on the floor.