“I’m afraid, ma’am, it isn’t such tea as you’re used to, but I thought a cup—and my boy Esau got it ready.”
Mrs John gave her a grateful look, and soon after, very much refreshed, she quite sat up, Mrs Dean helping her to a chair.
“But oh, my dear,” she said, “you’re so weak and thin; you’re not fit to take a long voyage and a journey such as Mr Gordon talked about.”
“If I stay in England I shall die,” said Mrs John, sadly.
“Oh, don’t say that, my— ma’am. But are you going alone?”
“No; with my husband.”
“And soon?”
“The vessel sails in a fortnight.”
“A fortnight? There, Mr Gordon, you see you could not go. It is too soon.”
“And you will give up all thought of going, Mayne?” said Mrs John, “for our sake.”