Lucia was interested in her story, and read on until ten o'clock, when Margery came in.
"Mr.Maurice, Miss Lucia.

He came in at the back, just to ask how your mamma is.

Will you speak to him ?" Lucia went out.

Maurice was standing in the dark parlour, and she almost ran against him.

He put his hand lightly on her shoulder, as he asked his question.
"She is better, very much better," she answered.