"Where's your mistress, Aunt Frances? Tell her I am come, if you please, and would like to see her for a few moments."
He came in and placed his hat upon the hall rack, but the old coloured woman made no move to do his bidding.
"What's the matter?" he queried. "Isn't Miss Dudley in?"
"She am wid de Majuh, who's sick. She can't see nobody."
"Did she tell you that?"
"Yas'r."
"Did she say that you were to tell me that if I should come?"
Before Aunt Frances' thick lips could form the affirmative reply which was on her tongue, a soft voice descended from the upper hall.
"I will be there in a moment, Doctor Glenning. Please be seated."
Aunt Frances turned her turbanned head and rolled her eyes in the direction from whence the voice came, then with a snort of disgust retreated, mouthing as she went in an undertone.