Before I could ask what this meant, we were interrupted by the appearance of the servant, bringing the letters which had arrived for me by the afternoon post. I told the man, impatiently, to put them on the table at my side.
“What is distressing Susan?” I inquired, without stopping to look at the letters.
“She is fretting, sir, about your illness. Oh, Mr. Lepel, if you would only try the sweet country air! If you only had my good little Susan to nurse you!”
She , too, taking my uncle’s view! And talking of Susan as my nurse!
“What are you thinking of?” I asked her. “A young girl like your daughter nursing Me! You ought to have more regard for Susan’s good name!”
“I know what you ought to do!” She made that strange reply with a furtive look at me, half in anger, half in alarm.
“Go on,
