The next morning before leaving for the racecourse, while adjusting his neck-tie, Richard said:
“I fear we shall lose our imbecile pupil up-stairs, Ag. I brought a doctor in to see him last night, and he says he cannot live long.”
I could not see his face, for he looked persistently away.
“If he is ill, I must see him, Richard,” I managed to reply.
“Oh, no!” said he; “I thought you were foolishly scared to hear him groan yesterday, but if he does not get better I will send him home to his friends.” This he said carelessly, as he walked out of the room humming a lively air.
How coolly he talks about the lad! thought I, half ashamed of my suspicions. Perhaps I have wronged him. I have been too impetuous in my surmises.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The time drew near for his brother’s arrival. He was prompt to the hour.
“Well, Agnes,” said he, “I have passed a sleepless night. I hope you will relieve my mind of its anxiety.”
“Mr. Bristed,” said I, covering my eyes with my hand, for I could not endure his eager gaze, “I must first tell you I am married to your brother Richard.”