"She's my landlord now, you know, Higgins. I hear of her through her agent here, every now and then. She's well and among friends--thank you, Higgins." That "thank you" lingered after the other words, and yet came with so much warmth of feeling, let in a new light to the acute Higgins. It might be but a will-o'-th'-wisp, but he thought he would follow it and ascertain whither it would lead him.
"And she's not getten married, measter?"
"Not yet." The face was cloudy once more. "There is some talk of it, as I understand, with a connection of the family."
"Then she'll not be for coming to Milton again, I reckon."

'She's my landlord now, you know, Higgins. I hear of her through her agent, every now and then. She's well and among friends - thank you, Higgins.' That lingering 'thank you', which came with so much warmth of feeling, let in a new light to the acute Higgins. It might be but a will-o'-th'-wisp, but he thought he would follow it and see where it led him.
'And she's not getten married, measter?'
'Not yet.' The face was cloudy once more. 'There is some talk of it, as I understand.'
'Then she'll not be coming to Milton again, I reckon.'
