CHAPTER VII.
MON PERE.
Maggie's ideas of apoplexy or paralysis were not very definite, and she only understood that something very terrible had happened to her foster-father, whom she loved as though he had been her real parent. Leo was hardly less affected, though, being a boy, his susceptibility was not so keen. His first feeling was one of indignation that the banker had not told him before of the misfortune which had overtaken the family. It was cruel to have kept Maggie from her father a single moment longer than was necessary.
"Where is poor father now?" asked Maggie, as she adjusted her hood, and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"He is at my house; but you need not worry about him," replied Mr. Checkynshaw. "The doctor has attended to his case, and he shall have everything he needs."
"Where do you live, sir?" asked Leo.
"No.—Pemberton Square."
"Come, Maggie, we will go to him," added the boy.
"I want you to go with me, and show me where Fitz lives," interposed the banker.