"Perhaps so. Will you go in?"
"Yes."
The door was opened, and a slatternly-looking woman of sinister aspect appeared at the threshold. Florence took no particular notice of her appearance, but asked, hurriedly, "How is he?"
"Oh, he'll get along," answered the woman, carelessly. "Will you come in?"
"He is not dangerously sick, then?" said Florence, relieved.
"He's got a fever, but ain't goin' to die this time."
"This is Mrs. Bradshaw, Miss Douglas," said Jones, volunteering an introduction.
"I thank you, Mrs. Bradshaw, for your kindness to a sick man and a stranger," said Florence, earnestly. "Can I see him now?"
"Yes, miss, if you'll just walk up stairs. I hope you'll excuse the looks of things; I haven't had time to fix up."
"Oh, don't mention it."