“Good-bye, good-bye! I cannot tell you how grateful I am! You are not cruel, you are not selfish. By the way, what is your name?”
“Lindley.”
“Your Christian name?”
“I am called Rosamund.”
“How pretty! Good-bye, Rosamund!”
Chapter Seven.
Mr Chillingfleet.
I left the house, and took the next train home. Jack was very ill indeed. His fever had taken an acute form. My mother looked miserable about him. Even the doctor was anxious.