‘By all means,’ was Mrs. Baxendale’s reply. ‘The more so that we have politicians again, and I fear you would not be in the mood to make fun of them as you did the other night.’
‘Make fun of them? No, I was in earnest. I got interested in their subjects, and found I had more to say than I thought.’
‘Well, well; that is your politeness. Now lie down again, poor boy. But you must promise to cat what I send you; we have quite enough illness on our hands, remember.’
‘I may have the answer before then,’ Wilfrid said, moodily.
He had; it came in less than two hours from the messenger’s departure. He was alone when the servant brought it to him. Emily wrote:—
‘Wilfrid,—The change is in myself, in my heart, in my life. Nothing have I heard against you; nothing have I imagined against you; the
