Janetta was silent and went on with some needle-work.
"You don't like that, do you?" said Mrs. Brand, peering into her face. "You think I'd be better away."
"No," said Janetta. But she could not say more.
"Do you know where he is?"
"He? Wyvis?"
"Yes, my husband."
"I have an address. I do not know whether he is there or not, but he would no doubt get a letter if sent to the place. Do you wish to write to him?"
"No. But I want you to write. Write and say that I am here. Ask him to come back."
"You had better write yourself."
"No. He would not read it. Write for me."