The sprite had not yet forsaken him; woe to him if ever it should! He wrapped the poem in a letter to Mr.Newthorpe, and had a very pleasant reply, written, as he afterwards heard, only a day or two before Mr.Newthorpe fell ill.

Annabel sent her message; 'the verses were noble, and pure as the sea-foam.' On returning to town, he sent a note to Grail, asking him to come in the evening to Great Russell Street or, if that were inconvenient, to appoint a time for a meeting in Walnut Tree Walk.

Gilbert accepted the invitation, and came for the first time to Egremont's rooms.
Things were not ill with him, Gilbert Grail.

You saw in the man's visage that he had put off ten years of haggard life.

His dark, deep eyes spoke their meanings with the ardour of soul's joy; his cheeks seemed to have filled out, his brows to have smoothed.