Presently Miss Trevisa came, and shut the door behind her, as she emerged into the porch.
“I should like to see Mrs. Coppinger,” said the old man.
“I am sorry—you cannot,” answered Miss Trevisa.
“But why not?”
“This is not a fit hour at which to call.”
“May I see her if I come at any other hour?”
“I cannot say.”
“Why may I not see her?”
“She is unwell.”
“If she is unwell, then I am very certain she would be glad to see Uncle Zachie.”