"Better, sir?" she half-whispered, after a minute or two.
"No," he said, wearily.
Another silence followed, and then she asked, "Would you like a drink, Mr. Dingwell, sir?"
"Yes—water."
So he drank a very little, and lay down again.
Miss Sarah Rumble stayed in the room, and nearly ten minutes passed without a word.
"What did he say?" demanded Mr. Dingwell so abruptly that Sarah Rumble fancied he had been dreaming.
"Who, sir, please?"
"The Jew—landlord," he answered.
"Mr. Levi's a-coming up, sir, please—he expected in twenty minutes," replied she.