That is, it was the same look that Frank carried when he first came to her father's lodge.
Richard held out his hand with a cordial little laugh and said: "Ah, ah, very glad, very glad! Just in time for supper.

Come along.

How is Frank, eh?
how is Frank?
Just so; just so.

Pleasant journey, I suppose ?" He shook her hand warmly three or four times, and, as he held it, placed his left hand over it and patted it patriarchally, as was his custom with all the children and all the old ladies that he knew.
"Richard," said his mother, in a studiously neutral voice, "you might see about the wine." Then Richard appeared to recover himself, and did as he was requested, but not until his brother's wife had said to him in English, as they courteously drew her towards the staircase: "Oh, my brother Richard, How!" But the first strain and suspense were now over for the family, and it is probable that never had they felt such relief as when they sat down behind closed doors in their own rooms for a short respite, while the Indian girl was closeted alone with Mackenzie and a trusted maid, in what she called her wigwam..