"I saw Dr. Thorne in town this morning, and he told me that Uncle Gerald had been quite ill again, so I took the late train up—luckily, Smith, at the depot, had a horse to lend me."
"Uncle Gerald is better," Margaret said.
"I am glad to hear it; those attacks get so much worse that I was quite alarmed."
"He seems very much shaken by this one," Laurence said; "but the doctor thinks he will soon get better; the warm weather is coming on, and that always agrees with him, you know."
"You will stay a week or so, Ralph," Margaret said.
"As long as I can; it depends on my news from town."
"Miss Waring looks pale," interrupted Sybil, whose head was still averted from Hinchley.
"Are you really hurt, Margaret?" asked Hinchley.
"Not in the least," she replied; but her voice trembled a little.