”Don’tyouevertellmewhereI’mburied，”hesaidsuddenly。”Ishan’twanttoknow。”Andheturnedfromthewindow。Thereshewent，theoldQueen；she’dhadalotofanxiety——she’dbegladtobeoutofit，heshouldthink！
Emilytookupthehair-brushes。”There’llbejusttimetobrushyourhead，”shesaid，”beforetheycome。Youmustlookyourbest，James。””Ah！”mutteredJames；”theysayshe’spretty。”
Themeetingwithhisnewdaughter-in-lawtookplaceinthedining-room。Jameswasseatedbythefirewhenshewasbroughtin。
Heplaced，hishandsonthearmsofthechairandslowlyraisedhimself。Stoopingandimmaculateinhisfrock-coat，thinasalineinEuclid，hereceivedAnnette’shandinhis；andtheanxiouseyesofhisfurrowedface，whichhadlostitscolournow，doubtedaboveher。Alittlewarmthcameintothemandintohischeeks，refractedfromherbloom。”Howareyou?”hesaid。”You’vebeentoseetheQueen，Isuppose?
Didyouhaveagoodcrossing?”