"If she sends me I may come again, mayn't I, Mr. Winthrop?" she said pausing.
"Yes," he said with a smile; but it was a very little bit of one.
"How is Winifred?" said Clam.
"She is not well."
The smile had entirely passed away; his face was more grave than ever.
"Is she more than common unwell?"
"Yes. Very much."
"Can I go in and see her, Mr. Winthrop?"
"Yes, if you please."
Clam went; and Winthrop took up Elizabeth's note.