Mrs. Belmont turned hastily in her chair, and glared at the speaker with dilated eye balls.
"To Boston!" cried Mr. Cheevers. "Well, now if I were a woman I would ask 'What under the sun are you going there for?'"
"But as you are a gentleman you will wait patiently until I can tell you all."
"Just so. Did you come on the eight train?"
"Yes."
"Have you thought, wife, of food and rest?"
"Stupid as ever! I will go immediately."
Mrs. Belmont soon followed the lady out of the room. An hour afterward, while sitting at the table, where a bountiful lunch had been prepared, Mrs. Cheevers told Lillian that her mother had retired to her room feeling very unwell.
"Probably!" retorted her husband, with a merry twinkle in his eye.
"That is not fair Hiram; she has been sick ever since she returned; and I think she was fearful of an approaching illness or she would not have come here. I went with her to-day to see Dr. Kehn about her head, and it was his opinion that there was some trouble with the brain that might prove serious, and you know that you have spoken of the wild look in her eyes."