"Thomas," she said, after a pause, "go up and inquire if your master will have breakfast served in his own chamber, or in the parlour."
The footman hastened to obey this order.
"Master says he is very unwell, and desires no breakfast at all," was the information which the man gave on his return to the kitchen.
The housekeeper made no reply: she was however pleased when she reflected that the rector felt his situation—a state of mind which she hoped would lead to complete repentance and reform.
The morning passed: the afternoon arrived: and still Reginald Tracy kept his room.
The housekeeper sent the footman up to ask if he required any thing.
Thomas returned with a negative answer, adding "Master spoke to me without opening the door, and seemed by his tone of voice to be very unwell."
Again the housekeeper remained silent, more convinced than before that contrition was working its good effects with her master.
Hour after hour passed; the sun went down; and darkness once more drew its veil over the mighty city.
Mrs. Kenrick again sent up Thomas with the same inquiry as before.