"Is he there now?"
"Yes, I think he is. My people will take good care of him."
"Why, what do you mean, sir?" demanded Maggie. "Take good care of him?"
"He had an ill turn this afternoon."
"My father!" exclaimed Maggie.
"I sent for the doctor, and he has had good care," added the banker, as soothingly as he could speak, which, however, was not saying much.
"What ails him?"
"Well, it was an attack of apoplexy, paralysis, or something of that kind."
"My poor father!" ejaculated Maggie, her eyes filling with tears. "I must go to him at once."
Maggie took down her cloak and hood, and put them on.