“But she’s so different, Jo-si-ah, since she has been getting nearly well.”
“Glad of it, old lady. Hope she’ll keep so. But you forget that Claire will soon be leaving home, and—”
“What a stupid old woman I am, Jo-si-ah! Why, of course! Her place is there along with her father; and it’s wonderful how he pets that little child. There now, I’m sure they’ve had long enough. Let’s go in and tell them the news.”
This time Mrs Barclay tapped at the door softly, before opening it half an inch and saying:
“May we come in?”
Her answer was the door flung wide, and Claire’s arms round her neck.
“We’ve come to tell you that we’ve just seen Lord Carboro’, my dear, and he told us that he’d heard about your brother from the Colonel of his new regiment, out in Gibraltar, and that he’s getting on as well as can be.”