"Yes, yes—Rose!"
"Not Rose Nelson?"
"No, no!"
"It's of no use then: she's nothing to you."
"Oh, if you would but let me speak with her! only look on her face!" pleaded the poor girl, wild with the hopes his questions had raised.
"I could not do it. It is against the doctor's orders. Company is worse than any thing."
"Is she ill?"
He now looked on her with contemptuous astonishment.
"You call yourself her daughter, and don't know that?"
"Oh, sir, this is cruel! I have not had a letter or heard from her in nearly seven years! I never knew that this had been her home till within a week; and now you will not let me even look at her!"