They dined, and spent the afternoon together without any further allusion to the subject; and Lucia was thankful to perceive that her mother's tranquillity seemed to have been far less disturbed by this second alarm than it had been by the first.
In the evening, quite late, Maurice came in.

He said his father was much better.

Lucia's long visit had cheered him and done him good, and he hoped in a day or two to be able to get out a little.

Lucia was very quiet during Maurice's stay; it would not have been easy to say whether she was happy or sorrowful.

She sat in her low chair and thought of yesterday, of the night and her dream, of old Mr.Leigh sitting alone in his dreary house so many hours each day, of his pleasure at seeing her, of Mr.Percy's absence; finally, of the comfort and pleasantness of sitting there undisturbed and hearing the voices of her mother and Maurice gradually subsiding into a drowsy hum.