“I wonder Janet let me sleep so long!”
“Why should she not? Janet has been very busy all day, and very——”
“Cross?” put in George.
“I was going to say silent,” replied Cecil. “You vexed her this morning, George.”
“There was nothing that she need have been vexed at,” responded Mr. George.
Cecil remained for a few moments without speaking. “I think Janet is afraid of Charlotte Pain,” she presently said.
“Afraid of Charlotte Pain! In what way?”
“George”—lowering her voice, and running her fingers caressingly through his bright hair as he lay—“I wish you would let me ask you something.”
“Ask away,” replied George.
“Ay, but will you answer me?”