Seems to think with dread of a return to books.'
'Indeed! But I had understood that she was a reader.'
'Reading enough for six people, probably. Perhaps her health is
not very robust. Oh, I knew her by sight quite well--had seen her
at the Reading-room. She's the kind of girl that gets into one's
head, you know--suggestive; much more in her than comes out until
one knows her very well.'
'Well, I should hope so,' remarked Amy, with a peculiar smile.
'But that's by no means a matter of course. They didn't invite me
to come and see them in London.'
'I suppose Marian mentioned your acquaintance with this branch of
the family?'
'I think not. At all events, she promised me she wouldn't.'
Amy looked at him inquiringly, in a puzzled way.
'She promised you?'
'Voluntarily. We got rather sympathetic. Your uncle--Alfred, I
mean--is a remarkable man; but I think he regarded me as a youth
of no particular importance. Well, how do things go?'
Amy shook her head.
'No progress?'
'None whatever. He can't work; I begin to be afraid that he is
really ill.
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