“That is her misfortune, not her fault, poor thing! But enough of her. How is our darling this evening?”
“Fast asleep, with a regular, normal pulse and respiration. To-morrow she will be quite restored, I think.”
“Heaven grant it!” fervently exclaimed Abel Force.
Then he touched the timbre that was to summon Jake, to close up fenders and put out lights.
And then the husband and wife went upstairs together.
When they reached the landing, they were startled by a loud rapping on the inside of Mrs. Anglesea’s door.
“She wants something that has been forgotten, I suppose. Go on, Abel, and I will stop and see what she requires,” said Elfrida Force.
And the gentleman passed on to his apartments, while the lady paused at their visitor’s door.
“Say! Hi! Ole ’oman! You! I want you!” cried the guest, from within, as the lady approached.
“Well, what is it?” inquired Elfrida Force.