But aloud to Mr. Armstrong, eagerly waiting in the front room, Susan, with demure mien, merely repeated the message Miss Grahame had given her.
Lorin knitted his brows.
"She is really ill, then, Susan?"
"I think she is upset, sir, about something—more than ill, so to say."
"Ah! Is your mistress in?"
"Yes, sir. She is in her study."
"Alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"Will you take her a note, too, Susan, while I wait for an answer?"