“Tell me,” said she, in a voice which trembled with eagerness, “have you had any visitors to-day?”
John Bradfield’s face grew suddenly livid.
“What visitors?” asked he, harshly, after a pause.
“Ah! Then you have not—yet.”
“Why,” cried he, in harsher tones than before, “what do you mean? Have you seen anybody?”
He did not pretend not to know whom she meant. Chris looked up into his face with eyes full of eloquent appeal.
“Mr. Bradfield, you know whom I mean. If you have not seen him yet, you will see him soon, I am sure of it.”
“You have got up a little scene between you?” asked he in the same disagreeable tones.
“I haven’t even seen him. But I know that he is coming. Mr. Bradfield, many things have happened which I don’t understand. I don’t know how it was that you could ever think him insane. Didn’t you know that he was deaf and dumb?”