“He seems to me changed—thinner and weaker. And I did not like the drowsiness.”
Joan repeated the last word inquiringly.
“Aunt Dulcibel said it had come on almost immediately after you left him. He knew me, but seemed quite unable to talk. If Mr. Forest were not coming in presently, I should have advised his being sent for.”
Joan waited for no more, but hurried upstairs. Just outside George Rutherford’s room she was met by Dulcibel.
“I think he is nearly asleep,” the latter said softly. “He has been so, off and on, ever since you went. I must go to Leo now. Don’t try to rouse him, Joan.”
“No, mother.”
“Have you seen those people at the farm?”
“Yes,” and Joan sighed.
Dulcibel kissed her kindly.
“You shall tell me all about it by-and-by. But don’t say anything to your father, if he does not ask.”