"I don't know that there's anything more the matter with her than usual," returned Jan, sitting down on a side-table. "She has been going in some time for apoplexy."
"Oh, Jan!" uttered Lucy.
"So she has, Miss Lucy—as Dr. West has said. I have not attended her."
"Has she been told it, Jan?"
"Where's the good of telling her?" asked Jan. "She knows it fast enough. She'd not forego a meal, if she saw the fit coming on before night. Tynn came round to me, just now, and said his mistress felt poorly. The Australian mail is in," continued Jan, passing to another subject.
"Is it?" cried Decima.
Jan nodded.
"I met the postman as I was coming out, and he told me. I suppose there'll be news from Fred and Sibylla."
After this little item of information, which called the colour into Lucy's cheek—she best knew why—but which Lionel appeared to listen to impassively, Jan got off the table—
"Good-bye, Lionel," said he, holding out his hand.