"No, you mustn't," I cried, in great spirits. Then turning to Uncle Job I went on: "I'm sorry to have kept you here, uncle, but I couldn't help it. I've never been very strong, you know," I added, thinking how little a thing it took to upset me.
"I said I wanted to stay longer in Little Sandy, you remember," he replied, with a show of being cheerful.
"Your business needed you, though."
"Men always say that, Gilbert," he answered, as if it were nothing.
"What about Aunt Jane?" I asked, fearing to speak her name.
"Oh, she will never bother you any more."
"I'm glad of that, for I dreamed she had a man who followed me everywhere, giving me no peace."
"Poor boy! but you must lie still, the doctor says, if you want to get well," he answered, turning away.
"I've a lot I want to say, Uncle Job," I cried, following him with my eyes.
"Yes, but not now, Gilbert," Constance interposed, coming to my side and laying her hand on my lips. "Your fever will surely come back if you don't keep quiet."