Atkinson thought how little, how very little she was altered. It is these placid faces that do not change. Neither had he changed very much. He looked ill, and wore a beard now; a silky brown beard; but his face and eyes and voice were the same. And somehow, now that she was in his presence, heard that musical voice, and met the steadfast, kindly look in the grey eyes, she almost forgot her resentment against him for his conduct to the Raynors.
"You are a governor of Christ's Hospital, I believe," she began, entering upon her business at once as she resumed her seat.
"I came here to ask for your next presentation to it. Is it promised?"
"Not yet. It falls due next year."
"Then will you promise it to me?" continued Edina. "It is for the youngest child of Mrs. Raynor. Will you