"Well, who knocked?"
"One of Leighton's friends. Can I see him?"
"Not to-day. He is not well enough for visitors."
"May I come in and see you?"
"Why should you? What do you want?"
Before he could reply, a weak voice pleaded:
"Please, mother! It is Mr. Herriott: let him in. He has been so good to me—please—please!"
"If I do, you are not to talk and bring back that spell of coughing."
The door was swung fully open, and Mr. Herriott confronted "Juno."
"You are Mr. Herriott, as I supposed. Walk in, and excuse the confusion of the rooms. I was up all night, and have not put things in order."