you don't look so well as you used to

'One day--after you, Mr. Knight, left us for the last time--she was missed from the Crags, and her father went after her, and brought her home ill. Where she went to, I never knew--but she was very unwell for weeks afterwards. And she said to me that she didn't care what became of her, and she wished she could die. When she was better, I said she would live to be married yet, and she said then, "Yes; I'll do anything for the benefit of my family, so as to turn my useless life to some practical account." Well, it began like this about Lord Luxellian courting her. The first Lady Luxellian had died, and he was in great trouble because the little girls were left motherless. After a while they used to come and see her in their little black frocks, for they liked her as well or better than their own mother---that's true. They used to call her "little mamma." These children made her a shade livelier, but she was not the girl she had been--I could see that-- and she grew thinner a good deal. Well, my lord got to ask the Swancourts oftener and oftener to dinner--nobody else of his acquaintance--and at last the vicar's family were backwards and forwards at all hours of the day. Well, people say that the little girls asked their father to let Miss Elfride come and live with them, and that he said perhaps he would if they were good children. However, the time went on, and one day I said, "Miss Elfride, you don't look so well as you used to; and though nobody else seems to notice it I do." She laughed a little, and said, "I shall live to be married yet, as you told me." '"Shall you, miss? I am glad to hear that," I said. '"Whom do you think I am going to be married to?" she said again. '"Mr. Knight, I suppose," said I. '"Oh!" she cried, and turned off so white, and afore I could get to her she had sunk down like a heap of clothes, and fainted away. Well, then, she came to herself after a time, and said, "Unity, now we'll go on with our conversation." '"Better not to-day, miss," I said. '"Yes, we will," she said. "Whom do you think I am going to be married to?" '"I don't know," I said this time. '"Guess," she said. '"'Tisn't my lord, is it?" says I. '"Yes, 'tis," says she, in a sick wild way. '"But he don't come courting much," I said.