"I took cold, as I expected; but, so far, my head has given me no severe pain," said Graham, passing on into the parlor.
"Is Mr. Marr subject to pain in his head?" inquired Mr. Leslie, as
Graham disappeared.
"Chronic inflammation of the brain, produced by intense study and seething, poetical thoughts," said Hugh, in a dramatic whisper.
Soon afterwards, Mr. Leslie rose to take leave. "I feel very tired, so I will say good-night," he said. "I will let you know the condition of the children some time to-morrow, Mrs. Sheldon."
"Thank you. If it is quite convenient I shall be glad to know," replied Aunt Faith.
Graham Marr stayed until a late hour, so late that Bessie and Hugh had gone upstairs when he took leave, and Sibyl, coming in to the sitting-room, found Aunt Faith alone.
"You look tired, my dear," said the elder lady kindly.
"I am tired, aunt. Graham talked a long time. He had something to tell me. His uncle is dead, and he has come into the fortune."
"Ah!—" said Aunt Faith. She made no other comment, but waited for her niece to speak.
"Graham is going to Saratoga next week," continued Sibyl slowly. "He thinks of removing to New York for a permanent home; he likes city life, you know."