“What is that?” asked Mrs. Pelham.
“The child’s heart is seriously affected.”
The mother uttered a cry.
“I shall call in Dr. Williamson to-morrow. He is a great authority on such cases. We must take his advice.”
Mrs. Pelham sat down on the nearest chair and burst into tears.
“You might send for the child’s cousin,” said Tarbot.
“What cousin?”
“Dick Pelham—he is fond of him. Anything reasonable ought to be granted to the boy at present.”
Mrs. Pelham started up. “Dick shall come at once,” she cried.
“That is right. I’ll call round in the morning.”