"Why do you ask?" he said shortly; "when last you saw her I presume she was well."
"No, sir."
"No?"
Carr paused. He gave Esther a quick piercing look, and his manner changed. Her face was strong, it could be relied on.
"You are the little boy's nurse, are you not?"
"I am, Mr. Carr."
"And you are attached to your mistress?"
Esther hesitated.
"I—I am," she said, but her voice trembled.
"Mrs. Wyndham wants some one who can be kind and sympathetic near her. Some one who can be tactful, and full of common-sense. Her nerves are greatly shaken. For instance she was much agitated at some music she heard in the street to-night."