“But—she gets over these attacks?” asked Dick, anxiously.
The boy looked at the questioner askance, and answered, ironically:
“No, Sir; slight as they is, she allus dies of ’em.”
Dick smiled, even in the midst of his trouble, and said:
“Come, I pardon your impertinence for the sake of the regard that I see you bear your mistress. Don’t mock me again, but answer me truly—these swoons are not dangerous, are they?”
“Well, sir, I don’t think they is. The women allus gets her out of ’em in an hour or so,” said Leo, somewhat mollified by the sincere interest this stranger took in his mistress.
“Well, my boy, when your mistress is quite well, say to-morrow morning, if she is well enough to be up, I wish you to give her this packet,” said Dick offering Leo a large, long, well-filled yellow envelope.
Leo backed several paces, and put his hands behind him.
“What’s that for?” inquired the visitor. “Why don’t you take this?”
“Is it a writ?” asked the boy.