Percivale. It seemed rather a moody party.
They wakened up a little, however, after I entered, and before dinner was
over we were all chatting together merrily.
"How is Connie?" I asked Ethelwyn.
"Wonderfully better already," she answered.
"I think everybody seems better," I said. "The very idea of home seems
reviving to us all."
Wynnie darted a quick glance at me, caught my eyes, which was more than
she had intended, and blushed; sought refuge in a bewildered glance at
Percivale, caught his eye in turn, and blushed yet deeper. He plunged
instantly into conversation, not without a certain involuntary sparkle in
his eye.
"Did you go to see Mrs. Stokes this morning?" he asked.
"No," I answered. "She does not want much visiting now; she is going about
her work, apparently in good health. Her husband says she is not like the
same woman; and I hope he means that in more senses than one, though I do
not choose to ask him any questions about his wife."
I did my best to keep up the conversation, but every now and then after
this it fell like a wind that would not blow.
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