"Father will be so disappointed. I shouldn't mind if it wasn't for him. I can't think what he will say!" moaned Daisy, quite overcome by her bitter disappointment.
It came suddenly into Mary's head that this would be no bad time for Isaac to see Daisy again. She acted on the moment's impulse, not quite wisely, perhaps, since she could not tell at all how the old man would behave, and Daisy was already upset. Leaving the bedroom, she went quickly across to the parlour, and there accosted Isaac with the words,—
"Do you want to see Daisy, Mr. Meads?"
"I'd have seen her long ago, if it hadn't been for you," grumbled Isaac.
"I'll take you in now, if you promise me not to stay a moment longer than I give you leave."
Isaac Meads grunted a response.
"You mustn't be there many minutes, for Daisy is weak, but she wants to have a sight of you again."
"She isn't going to die?" asked Isaac, with some show of interest.
"No," said Mary sharply. "Much you'd care if she did. Come."
Mary was vexed with herself the next moment for her sharp way of speaking. After all, the old man could scarcely be counted to have his full wits. She led the way, and Isaac shuffled after.