Mrs Bellingham "Does the Thing Handsomely" If Mr Bellingham did not get rapidly well, it was more owing to the morbid querulous fancy attendant on great weakness than from any unfavourable medical symptom.

But he turned away with peevish loathing from the very sight of food, prepared in the slovenly manner which had almost disgusted him when he was well.

It was of no use telling him that Simpson, his mother's maid, had superintended the preparation at every point.

He offended her by detecting something offensive and to be avoided in her daintiest messes, and made Mrs Morgan mutter many a hasty speech, which, however, Mrs Bellingham thought it better not to hear until her son should be strong enough to travel.
"I think you are better to-day," said she, as his man wheeled his sofa to the bedroom window.

"We shall get you downstairs to-morrow." "If it were to get away from this abominable place, I could go down to-day; but I believe I'm to be kept prisoner here for ever.