Captain Oliphant having waited a minute for an answer and getting none, stalked out of the room a model of parental anguish. As for Miss Rosalind, she painted away for a quarter of an hour, and then said to herself—
“Is he?”
With which profound inquiry she laid down her brush and went to visit her invalid cousin.
Roger was up, though still coughing, and ensconced in his study.
“How jolly of you to come!” said he.
“I came because I’d nothing else to do,” said she, “I’m not jolly at all.”
“Why, what’s the row?”
“Can’t you guess? Don’t you know that I owe you already for a week’s board and lodgings and haven’t earned sixpence to pay you.”
“I shall put you in the county court,” said Roger solemnly.
“It’s no joke to me,” said she.