"How's Casti?" Mr. Woodstock went on to ask.
"A good deal better, I think, but shaky. Of course things will be as
bad as ever when his wife comes out of the hospital."
"Pity she can't come out heels first," muttered Abraham.
Waymark found that the purpose of their journey was to inspect a
large vacant house, with a good garden and some fine trees about it.
The old man wished for his opinion, and, by degrees, let it be known
that he thought of buying the property.
"I suppose you think me an old fool to want a house like this at my
time of life, eh?"
There was a twinkle in his eye, and a moment after he fairly burst
into a laugh of pleasure. Waymark asked no questions, and received
no more information; but a thought rose in his mind which occupied
him for the rest of the day.
In the evening Julian came. He looked like one who had recovered
from a long illness, very pale and thin, and his voice had
tremblings and uncertainties of key. In fact, a feverish disorder
had been upon him for some weeks, never severe enough to prevent his
getting about, but weakening him to a serious degree. It would
doubtless have developed into some more pronounced illness, but for
the period of comparative rest and quietness which had begun shortly
after the miseries of the trial.
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