"I'll see them further! Sam has killed two of the young pigeons, and three of the Houdan chickens—quite a bag!"
"Yes; I shut him up in a godown for punishment."
"Much he cared."
"John cared. He sat outside and howled for an hour, and what do you think he did?"
"Something with respect to refreshments."
"Yes. He brought a bone and pushed it under the door."
"I'll bet it was well picked. Now, I am off. Let me know if I can do anything for Mrs. Gordon. You might take her over those new books and picture-papers—and give her my love."
"What will Mr. Gordon say?" and Angel gave a rather hysterical laugh.
"Why should he say anything? He knows very well that we all love her."
Mrs. Gordon had been keeping her room for some time, and received no one but Mrs. Gascoigne. She looked miserably ill, but refused to stay in bed; and as her husband did not believe in making a fuss over women, or in encouraging them to remain on the sick list and upset the house, the invalid was left a good deal alone.