“No.”
Leo closed her eyes, and lay back with her lips moving slightly, while Mary watched and wondered whether North would come and see her sister again, and whether any fresh eccentricity had been noticed.
Had she known all she would have been less calm.
That morning Cousin Thompson had come down, gone straight to the Manor, and saluted Mrs Milt.
“Doctor in his room?”
“No, sir; master’s ill.”
“Not seriously?” said Cousin Thompson, with thoughts of being next of kin.
“I don’t know, sir,” said the housekeeper. “Master certainly don’t seem as I should like to see him.”
“Dear me!” said Cousin Thompson thoughtfully. “That’s bad, Mrs Milt; that’s bad. However, I’ll go up and see him.”
The housekeeper shook her head.