“How are you feeling, uncle?” he asked.
“I think I am better,” answered Mr. Linden, coldly, for he had not forgotten Mrs. Barnes’ revelations.
“That is right. Only make an effort, and you will soon be strong again.”
“I think I may. I may live ten years to annoy you.”
“I fervently hope so,” said Curtis, but there was a false ring in his voice that his uncle detected. “How do you like the new nurse?”
“She is helping me wonderfully. You made a good selection.”
“I will see that she is soon discharged,” Curtis inwardly resolved. “If her being here is to prolong my uncle’s life, and keep me still waiting for the estate, I must clear the house of her.”
“You must not allow her to buoy you up with unfounded hopes. She has been telling you that Florence will soon return.”
“Yes; she seems convinced of it.”
“Of course she knows nothing of it. She may return, but I doubt whether she is in Chicago now. I think the family she was with has gone to Europe.”