"I didn't get
much sleep last night, that's all. But I must hear about Waymark."
"You shall. I'll warrant he turns up in the course of the day. Don't
be anxious: I'll get to work as soon as possible to find him; but,
depend upon it, the fellow's all right."
They shook hands, and Julian took his way homewards. Mr. Woodstock
went to the house which Ida had just entered. He knocked lightly,
and a woman opened to him and led him into a sitting-room on the
ground-floor.
"I'll just have a cup of coffee, Mrs. Sims," he said. "Does she seem
to care for her breakfast?"
"I'm afraid not, sir; she looks tired out, and poorly like."
"Yes, yes; the long journey and her troubles. Make her as
comfortable as you can. I'll make myself at home with the paper here
for an hour or so. Just see if she cares to lie down for a little;
If so I won't disturb her."
Abraham did not devote much attention to the news. He sat before the
fire, a cup of coffee within reach on the mantel piece, his legs
fully stretched out before him, his favourite attitude when
thinking. In spite of his fresh complexion and active limbs, you
would have seen, had you watched him in his present mood, that Mr.
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