15/51 Suddenly he stopped short; he had passed a broad slant of dusty sunlight which had lain between him and his visitor, and he could see her face plainly. His own elongated for a second, his under jaw lopped, and his brows contracted. "Why, Mrs.Maxwell!" said he; "how do you do ?" "I'm pretty well, thank you," replied Mrs.Field.She tried to bow, but her back would not bend. "I recognize you perfectly now. |