"Oh! and is he here still?"
"He is, sir. He was quite delirious, sir--raved awful. Dr. Blank's been attending him, and Miss Mosser."
"The blind organist--why has she turned nurse?"
Margery smiled in a mysterious manner.
"Well, folks say one thing and some folks say another," she replied, folding the table-cloth, "but I think she's in love with him; anyhow, as soon as she heard he was ill she came here like a mad woman, with Miss Busky, and both of 'em have been nursing him ever since."
"How good of them," said Beaumont ironically, "and is he better?"
"He's sensible," answered Margery cautiously, "but very weak. I don't know as he'll live."
"I'd like to see him. You know I'm a friend of his--do you think I could go up to his room?"
"I don't know, sir," returned Margery stolidly. "I'll ask Miss Mosser."
"Do, that's a good girl, he replied, and Margery departed.