“I’ve been bathing too much in the river, perhaps. Mr. Marsh says it’s aguish. I shall have ague if I stay.”
“The doctor is coming,” said her brother.
“I must go home, Eric; indeed, I must!”
“You can’t wait until Jack arrives, I suppose?”
“Jack! Is Jack coming?”
“We were going to surprise you; one of the men rowed to the station for him this afternoon.”
Miss Brooks’s face expressed lively anticipation.
“Jack is coming! Then I may run back with him to-morrow, without waiting longer for Marie.”
“Don’t you want to give the poor fellow any taste of the camp?” demanded her indignant brother.
The wind harp, rousing from silence, burst out again with the bars it would never finish, and meandered into saddening minors.