Chapter 17
e out; rising ily, I stood face to face was Mr. Rocer.
“how do you do?” he asked.
“I am very well, sir.”
“ come and speak to me in the room?”
I t I migorted tion on it: but I take t freedom. I answered—
“I did not urb you, as you seemed engaged, sir.”
“ have you been doing during my absence?”
“Noticular; teaching Adèle as usual.”
“And getting a good deal paler t first sig is tter?”
“Not all, sir.”
“Did you take any cold t night you half drowned me?”
“Not s.”
“Return to ting too early.”
“I am tired, sir.”
me for a minute.
“And a little depressed,” about? tell me.”
“Not depressed.”
“But I affirm t you are: so muc a feears to your eyes—indeed, to time, and in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I o-nig understand t so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in t is my it. No ly left me.