“Thank you. … You could—ascertain nothing of his situation? He did not confide in you?”
“He was very reticent, sir. I think he is not unhappy.”
“And not—embittered?”
“Certainly not that, sir.”
Mr. Warburton rose, plainly anxious to be gone.
Reluctantly Richard followed his example.
“You—have nothing further to tell me of him?”
“I regret, sir—nothing.”
Richard went slowly to the door, and opened it.
“You must allow me to thank you, sir, for your goodness in undertaking what I know must have been a painful task. I am very grateful.”