"I thought you'd be rested by this morning."
"Ought! but Morpheus declined to be courted."
"Couldn't you sleep? And you don't want to go out?"
"I don't think a team of horses could drag me a mile. But you will look up the Curtises for me."
"Yes, of course. Where are they? O you don't know. I'll find out. Is that it?"
"See where Carey is, too."
"Carey? Wasn't it he that had your horse—the horse you ought to have ridden?"
"No 'ought' in the question. Don't say a word of that sort to him. I want to know where he is putting up. And—Franklyn—"
"Roy, do not make him talk," as Denham's hand went over his eyes.
"No, ma'am, I won't. Only just to know—but 'tis all right now. I'll look everybody up, Den; and don't you mind about anything till your head is better."