“Aye, sir, but she’ll be better the morrow.”
“No, Samuel, not to-morrow.”
“Not to-morrow, sir? Then next day?”
“No, man, nor the next day.”
“But, sir, Barbara’s never ill.”
“She can never get well here.”
“Not the week, sir?”
“Samuel, ye do not understand. Barbara will never be well here.“
“Och!”