“Oh, please don’t trouble to wait an instant. I’ll go back to the drawing-room.”
“Yes, there’s a fire in there,” Caleb observed, it seemed a little resentfully.
At this moment a neat young woman with bright intelligent eyes came down the stairs.
“Excuse me, Mr. Fuller, but Mrs. Fuller would like Mrs. Bram Fuller and her little girl to go up and see her.”
Caleb’s face darkened.
“But surely it’s too late for Mrs. Fuller to see visitors? Besides, Mrs. Bram Fuller wants to catch the seven-thirty train.”
“It’s only half-past five now,” said Nancy eagerly. “And I should not care to leave Brigham without seeing Letizia’s great-grandmother.”
In her disgust at Caleb she had forgotten that there was still a member of this family who might compensate for the others.
“Mrs. Fuller will be very annoyed, Mr. Fuller, if she doesn’t see Mrs. Bram Fuller and her little girl,” the young woman insisted.
“Very well, nurse, if you think it’s wise,” Caleb said. “But I hope this won’t mean an extra visit from the doctor this week.”