Saul pushed the little cut-glass vessel across the table, and the convalescent was in the act of taking it, when a hand was laid upon his and held it fast.
Chapter Sixteen.
For Gertrude’s Sake.
“Beg pardon, Miss Gertrude, could I speak to you for a minute?”
“You will excuse me a moment, Mrs Hampton?”
“Oh, of course, my dear. Don’t stand upon ceremony with me.”
Gertrude rose with an anxious expression of countenance, and followed the old housekeeper from the room.
“Is anything the matter, Denton?”