"
"Hush, hush, wife!" said Warner. "I speak I apprehend to
Gerard's daughter?"
"Just so."
"Ah! this is good and kind; this is like old times, for Walter
Gerard was my friend, when I was not exactly as I am now."
"He tells me so: he sent a messenger to me last night to visit
you this morning. Your letter reached him only yesterday."
"Harriet was to give it to Caroline," said the wife. "That's
the girl who has done all the mischief and inveigled her away.
And she has left Trafford's works, has she? Then I will be
bound she and Harriet are keeping house together."
"You suffer?" said Sybil, moving to the bed-side of the woman;
"give me your hand," she added in a soft sweet tone. "'Tis
hot."
"I feel very cold," said the woman. "Warner would have the
window open, till the rain came in."
"And you, I fear, are wet," said Warner, addressing Sybil, and
interrupting his wife.
"Very slightly. And you have no fire. Ah! I have brought
some things for you, but not fuel."
"If he would only ask the person down stairs," said his wife,
"for a block of coal; I tell him, neighbours could hardly
refuse; but he never will do anything; he says he has asked
too often.
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