And you have seen her today?
How did she look?
What did she say?
Tell me all, everything, Jack.

Was she beautiful?
They say she is.

Has she grown?
Would you have known her again?
Will she come, Jack?
Perhaps she has been here already; perhaps"-- she had risen with tremulous excitement, and was glancing at the door--"perhaps she is here now.

Why don't you speak, Jack?
Tell me all." The keen eyes that looked down into hers were glistening with an infinite tenderness that none, perhaps, but she would have deemed them capable of.

"Clara," he said gently and cheerily, "try and compose yourself.