“Father—here?” She frowned. “Is there any other news?”
“Mr. Gordon is downstairs too, miss, and Mr. Johnson.”
The woman was faithfully carrying out the instructions which had been given to her.
“Nobody—else?” asked Ella in a whisper.
“No, miss, the other gentleman is coming to-morrow or the next day—your brother, I mean.”
With a sob the girl buried her face in the pillow.
“You are not telling the truth!”
“Oh yes, I am,” said the woman, and there was something in her laugh which made Ella look up.
The nurse went out of the room and was gone a little while. Presently the door opened, and John Bennett came in. Instantly she was in his arms, sobbing her joy.
“It is true, it is true, daddy?”