Lionel took her hand cordially.

Every time he saw her he thought her looking bigger and bigger.

However much she may have grieved at the time for her son John's death, it had not taken away either her flesh or her high colour.

Nothing would have troubled Mrs.Verner permanently, unless it had been the depriving her of her meals.

Now John was gone, she cared for nothing else in life.
"It's kind of you to come, Lionel," said she.