He looked anxious and careworn when she saw him closer. She interrupted
his first inquiries and congratulations to ask if he had remained in
London since they had parted--if he had not even gone away, for a few
days only, to see his friends in Suffolk? No; he had been in London
ever since. He never told her that the pretty parsonage house in Suffolk
wanted all those associations with herself in which the poor four walls
at Aaron's Buildings were so rich. He only said he had been in London
ever since.
"I wonder," she asked, looking him attentively in the face, "if you are
as happy to see me again as I am to see you?"
"Perhaps I am even happier, in my different way," he answered, with a
smile.
She took off her bonnet and scarf, and seated herself once more in her
own arm-chair. "I suppose this street is very ugly," she said; "and I am
sure nobody can deny that the house is very small. And yet--and yet it
feels like coming home again. Sit there where you used to sit; tell me
about yourself. I want to know all that you have done, all that you have
thought even, while I have been away." She tried to resume the endless
succession of questions by means of which she was accustomed to lure him
into speaking of himself.
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