"Who is she?"
"Miss Russell, the niece of our tenant."
"Who is the other one?"
"Her sister."
"Have they been here long, Cornelius?"
"They came the week you were taken ill."
"Did Miss Russell come and see me often?"
"Every day; one night she sat up with you."
"She has not come of late, Cornelius?"
"No," he replied, still without looking at me; "she came one day unsought, and left off coming as soon as you were out of danger."