She was sitting, and she rose from her chair, and put
out her hand for him to take. She spoke no word of greeting, but looked at
him with a pleasant smile, and stood for a few seconds with her hand in
his. He was awkward, and much embarrassed, and she certainly had no
intention of lessening his embarrassment. "I hope you are better than you
have been," he said at last.
"I am getting better, Lord Fawn. Will you not sit down?" He then seated
himself, placing his hat beside him on the floor, but at the moment could
not find words to speak. "I have been very ill."
"I have been so sorry to hear it."
"There has been much to make me ill--has there not?"
"About the robbery, you mean?"
"About many things. The robbery has been by no means the worst, though no
doubt it frightened me much. There were two robberies, Lord Fawn."
"Yes, I know that."
"And it was very terrible. And then, I had been threatened with a lawsuit.
You have heard that, too?"
"Yes--I had heard it."
"I believe they have given that up now. I understand from my cousin, Mr.
Greystock, who has been my truest friend in all my troubles, that the
stupid people have found out at last that they had not a leg to stand on.
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