Molly shook her head.
“I’ve come to talk to you,” she retorted hoarsely.
Never had she seen so beautiful a girl! The martyrdom Jinnie had endured had only enhanced her attractiveness.
“Sit down,” said Molly peevishly.
Jinnie made a negative gesture.
“I’m tired of sitting.... Oh, you will do something for me, something for poor little Bobbie?”
Morse moved to the door between the two rooms, but Jinnie rushed in front of him.
“He’s asleep,” she said beseechingly. “Don’t wake him up! He’s had a dreadful spell with his heart to-day.”
Morse turned inquiring eyes upon Molly.
“You wanted to see him, didn’t you?” he asked.