“I’ll soon be out of bed now,” he answered with conviction.
Then he did the same thing which had startled Barnes upon his entrance—he rose to his elbow and strained his eyes towards the girl as though he had suddenly become endowed with his sight again. Miss Van Patten glanced up swiftly at Barnes, as though for an explanation. The latter could only stare back.
“What’s the trouble, Daddy?” she stammered.
His face was not troubled but he did not look as he looked yesterday.
“Nothing, child, nothing. Dr. Merriweather is coming to-day?”
“Shall I send for him?”
“No, but if Carl comes over—Carl is coming to-day?”
“I don’t know,” she answered.
“He told me that he was coming this morning,” put in Barnes.
“Then when he comes, tell him to ask the doctor to drop over this evening.”