But, strange to say, Rachel Gray could not make him understand her; his mind was full of the two Teapots; of the villany of that Saunders; of the world's ingratitude; of his misfortunes and his wrongs.
"I dare say Mary feels it too," put in Rachel.
"Of course she does, Miss Gray—of course she does. The child has feelings. And then you know, Miss Gray, if that fellow hadn't a come there, why, you know, we were getting on as well as could be."
"I notice that she coughs," said Rachel
"Why, yes, poor child; she can't get rid of that cough—she's growing, you see. And then, you see, that Saunders—"
"And her breathing is so short," interrupted Rachel.
"Sure to be, on account of the cough. And, as I was saying, that
Saunders—"
"But, Mr. Jones, don't you think you had better see a doctor?" again interrupted Rachel.
"See a doctor!" exclaimed Jones, staring at her. "You don't mean to say my child is ill, Miss Gray?"
"I don't think she is quite well, Mr. Jones," replied Rachel, trembling as she said so.