And not with less placidity than Hope's, she said: "Lawrence Newt wants us all to come and dine with him, because my Aunt Martha is found, and he wishes to bring Aunt Bennet and her together." That was all.

Hope looked as confusedly at the calm Amy as Amy, a moment since, had looked at her.

Then they both smiled, for they had, perhaps, some vague idea of what each had been thinking.
The same evening the Round Table met.

Arthur Merlin came early--so did Hope Wayne.

They sat together talking rapidly, but Hope did not escape observing the unusual sadness of the artist--a sadness of manner rather than of expression.