"Eh, Gritty!" he said, in the half-sad, affectionate tone in which he had been wont to speak to her."What! you're there, are you? How could you manage to leave the children?"
"Oh, brother!" said good Mrs. Moss, too impulsive to be prudent, "I'm thankful I'm come now to see you yourself again; I thought you'd never know us any more."
"What! have I had a stroke?" said Mr. Tulliver,anxiously, looking at Mr. Glegg.
"A fall from your horse–shook you a bit,–that's all,I think," said Mr. Glegg. "But you'll soon get over it,let's hope."