Chapter Eighteen.
Leo makes a Confession.
“Yes, doctor, I’m better, and you needn’t come again.”
“Yes, you’re better, Moredock. Seen any more ghosts?”
“Nay; I never see no ghosts. I only see what I did see; but how’s young miss up yonder?”
Horace North’s brow wrinkled, and his voice sounded stern.
“Ill, Moredock—seriously ill. Violent fever.”
“Fever—fever!” said the old man, backing away with unwonted excitement.