His mind was in such a condition that he would not have been capable of framing a question, had she come.

He felt that he could speak to no one until he had seen Keswick.

Closing the door he went back to his chair; and as he did so, his ankle pained him sadly, but of this he scarcely thought.
He did not have to wait long for Junius Keswick, for in about ten minutes that individual entered.

Lawrence turned, as his visitor opened the door; and he saw a countenance which had undergone a very noticeable change.

It was not dark or lowering; it was not pale; but it was gray and hard; and the eyes looked larger than Lawrence had remembered them.
Without preface or greeting Junius approached him, and said: "I have taken your message to Miss March, and have brought you one in return.
You are accepted." Lawrence pushed back his chair, and stared blankly at the other.