Philips nodded.
“Is any one else there?” said Smithers, after a pause, and in a strange, sad voice, in which there was a faltering tone which Philips, in his fright, did not notice.
“Miss Potts,” he said.
“She is treated cruelly,” said Smithers. “They say she is a prisoner?”
Philips nodded.
“Has she been sick?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Eight months, last year.”
“Is she well now?”