"Has anything happened, Isabella? How grave you look."
Yes a great deal had happened; she had a great deal to hear, and Anne sat herself down to listen to it all patiently—or as patiently as she could to the end. As soon as it was told, she was rushing impetuously from the room.
"Is the boy in the small red room?" she asked.
"Yes. But Anne, the fever is infectious; you had better stay away. Mrs. Vavasour can come and see you here."
"As if she would leave him?" she cried, "not a bit of it, I know her better, besides I am not afraid of anything. I shall go." Anne was right, there was very little indeed she was afraid of.
"But Anne, think of your husband; he might not like it."
"Ah! true; how tiresome it is sometimes to have a husband! I suppose I shall have to wait a whole hour before he thinks of coming back."
"Did he drive in with you?"
"Yes, and has gone on in the pony carriage to call at the Rectory. Isn't it provoking. I have a great mind not to wait for him."
"It might have been a great deal worse; suppose he had not driven in with you?"