“I was looking for you, sir,” said Rose, who appeared very anxious. “I came to tell you Miss Calverley is very ill.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed Chetwynd, surprised and alarmed.
“She was taken ill in the night with a renewal of the attack she experienced the other day at Brackley, but recovered for a time, and obtained some hours' sleep; but she is worse again this morning.”
“What ails her?” asked Chetwynd.
“I can scarcely describe her illness; but she suffers a great deal of pain. I think she ought to have immediate advice.”
“She shall,” replied Chetwynd. “I should wish to see her myself.”
“Not now, sir; later on.”
“Has Mrs. Calverley seen her?” he asked eagerly.
“No, sir; but she sent her some eau de luce by me.”
“Some eau de luce?”