 Will you be staying here at Monticello now, Mr. Gibson? Through Christmas, anyway, and after that, as long as I can. I'm glad, sir. Tom. Patty. Oh, Patty, darling. Tom. Patty, my dearest, how are you? Better, I think. Now I know I feel better. I hope my letter didn't frighten you. Ah, too well if it did. It brought me quickly to you. Oh, I haven't seen you for so long. Let me look at you. Sit here with me by the fire. Oh. Oh.