Will struck a match to light the candle placed for him at the foot of the stairs, and led the way up to his sitting-room on the first floor.

Here he lit a lamp, and the two friends looked at each other.

Each saw a change.

If Warburton was thin and heavy-eyed, Sherwood's visage showed an even more noticeable falling-off in health.
"What's been the matter with you ?" asked Will.

"Your letter said you had had an illness, and you look as if you hadn't got over it yet." "Oh, I'm all right now," cried the other.