'And a young lady as any gentleman ought to feel more proud of being in
love with,' said Mark, energetically, 'don't draw breath.'
'Aye! You saw her when she was not happy,' said Martin, gazing at the
fire again. 'If you had seen her in the old times, indeed--'
'Why, she certainly was a little down-hearted, sir, and something paler
in her colour than I could have wished,' said Mark, 'but none the worse
in her looks for that. I think she seemed better, sir, after she come to
London.'
Martin withdrew his eyes from the fire; stared at Mark as if he thought
he had suddenly gone mad; and asked him what he meant.
'No offence intended, sir,' urged Mark. 'I don't mean to say she was any
the happier without you; but I thought she was a-looking better, sir.'
'Do you mean to tell me she has been in London?' asked Martin, rising
hurriedly, and pushing back his chair.
'Of course I do,' said Mark, rising too, in great amazement from the
bedstead.
'Do you mean to tell me she is in London now?'
'Most likely, sir. I mean to say she was a week ago.'
'And you know where?'
'Yes!' cried Mark.
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