Her voice was low and husky.
“Good-bye, Harvey. Be good to Phoebe, old fellow.”
He choked up and could only nod his head.
“We can get out now, Mrs. Fairfax,” said Rachel, appearing at the door. “Do you think you can walk, or shall I call for a––”
“Oh, I can walk,” said Nellie, with a touch of her old raillery. “I’m not that far gone. Good-bye, Harvey. Didn’t you hear me? Don’t stand there watching me like that. It’s bad enough without––”
He turned on Rachel furiously.
“Where is that damned Fairfax? Why isn’t he here with her? The dog!”
“Hush, Harvey!”
“He’s mean to mamma,” broke in Phoebe, in her high treble. “I hate him. And so does mamma. Don’t you, mamma?”