"Glad to see me again?"
"Yes, I am glad," I whispered, calming down my excitement, and swallowing the intrusive tears that had risen. "Mr. Chandos, are you so very ill?"
"Who has been telling you that I am?" he inquired, walking to an arm-chair by help of my shoulder, for his ankle was weak yet, but not releasing me when he had sat down in it.
"I heard Dr. Amos say so. He said——"
"What did he say? Why do you stop?"
I could not answer. I could not disclose the opinion I had heard.
"I suppose you were within hearing when the doctor said he had but faint hopes of me?"
"Yes, I was. But, Mr. Chandos, who could have told you that Dr. Amos said it?"
"I was told," he smiled. "All are not so cautious as you, my little maid."
"But I hope it is not true. I hope you will get well."