“I want to see Bream Mortimer,” said Mr. Bennett.
“He’s in my old room, two doors along the passage. What do you want to see him about?”
“I wish to inform him that he may still consider himself engaged to my daughter.”
“Oh, well, I don’t suppose he’ll mind being woken up to hear that. But what’s the idea?”
“It’s a long story.”
“That’s all right. Let’s make a night of it.”
“I am a dying man. I awoke an hour ago with a feeling of acute pain....”
Miss Hubbard listened to the story of his symptoms with interest but without excitement.
“What nonsense!” she said at the conclusion.
“I assure you....”