"Yes."
"Did you tell them I am ill?"
"Yes."
"And they insist upon seeing me?"
"Yes." It was not the truth, but she did not hesitate. She had said nothing to Mrs. Lethbridge and Fred Cornwall about Miser Farebrother's illness.
He considered awhile before he spoke again.
"Your son knew that my daughter was coming home to-day?"
"Yes, he did; and he is here to see her, as you wished. He obeys your lightest word."
"Send him to me; and five minutes afterward show my daughter and her fine friends into the room."
Jeremiah entered with his usual obsequiousness and deference. It afforded him inward satisfaction to note how ill the miser looked, but he did not allow the expression of this feeling to appear on his face. On the contrary, he said, "I am glad to see you looking so much better, sir."