"Like him, also, my dear--but most like your poor uncle George! And your dear father." Mrs. Rouncewell folds her hands again. "He is well?"
"Thriving, grandmother, in every way."
"I am thankful!" Mrs. Rouncewell is fond of her son but has a plaintive feeling towards him, much as if he were a very honourable soldier who had gone over to the enemy.
"He is quite happy?" says she.
"Quite."

"Like him, also, my dear." Mrs. Rouncewell folds her hands again. "He is well and happy?"
"Thriving, grandmother, in every way."
"I am thankful! 