"There is true wealth in him, it seems to me, although it may be of narrow
reach in expression," said I.

"I think so, quite. He seems to me to be one of those who have never grown
robust because they have laboured in-doors instead of going out to work in
the open air. There is a shrinking delicacy about him when with those whom
he doesn't feel to be of his own kind, which makes him show to a
disadvantage. But you should see him amongst his boys to do him justice."

We were interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Armstrong, who came, after
their simple fashion, to tell her husband that dinner was ready. I took my
leave.

In the evening, Mrs. Bloomfield called to invite Adela and the colonel;
and the affair was settled for that day week.

"You're much better, my dear, are you not?" said the worthy woman to my
niece.

"Indeed I am, Mrs. Bloomfield. I could not have believed it possible that
I should be so much better in so short a time--and at this season of the
year too."

"Mr. Armstrong is a very clever young man, I think; though I can't say I
quite relished that extraordinary story of his."

"I suppose he is clever," replied Adela, something demurely as I thought.
"I must say I liked the story."