Limmeridge, was so slovenly now that I should really have been ashamed of the appearance of it on one of my own clerks.
“Have you been long back from Cumberland?” he asked. “I heard from Miss Halcombe lately. I am aware that Sir Percival Glyde’s explanation has been considered satisfactory. Will the marriage take place soon? Do you happen to know Mr. Gilmore?”
He spoke so fast, and crowded his questions together so strangely and confusedly, that I could hardly follow him. However accidentally
since—I have been staying all the time at Limmeridge House.”
“At Limmeridge House!” Her pale face brightened as she repeated the words, her wandering eyes fixed on me with a sudden interest. “Ah, how happy you must have been!” she said, looking at me eagerly, without a shadow of its former distrust