Oh she looked very pretty, she looked very, very pretty! If the father of the late John Harmon had but left his money unconditionally to his son, and if his son had but lighted on this loveable girl for himself, and had the happiness to make her loving as well as loveable!

“Dear me! Are you not well, Mr. Rokesmith?”

“Yes, quite well. I was sorry to hear, when I came in, that you were not.”

“A mere nothing. I had a headache⁠—gone now⁠—and was not quite fit for a hot theatre, so I stayed at home. I asked you if you were not well, because you look so white.”

“Do I? I have had a busy evening.”