“Yes, I have,” said Mr. Fraser, calmly. “I wanted—”
But Miss Tyrell had gone quietly upstairs, leaving him to gaze in a perturbed fashion at the sickly and somewhat malicious face on the sofa.
“What’s the matter?” he enquired.
“Nothing,” said Mrs. Wheeler.
“Isn’t Miss Tyrell well?”
“So far as I’m permitted to know the state of ’er ’ealth, she is,” was the reply.
“Mr. Wheeler well?” enquired Fraser, after a long pause.
“Very well, I thank you,” said Mrs. Wheeler.
“And Miss Wheeler, and Bob, and the whole pa—— and all of them?” said Fraser.
“All very well,” said Mrs. Wheeler.