Had I spoken, what was in my mind, I would have said, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it." I did not at the moment feel the smallest interest in the lad.
"Yes," added my husband, "and the person who called to let me know about it, expressed his fears that Edward would not get up again." "What ails him ?" I enquired.
"I did not clearly understand.

But he has a fever of some kind.

You remember his mother very well ?" "Oh, yes.

You know she worked for me.

Edward is her only child, I believe." "Yes; and his loss to her will be almost everything." "Is he dangerous ?" I enquired, a feeling of interest beginning to stir in my heart.
"He is not expected to live." "Poor woman! How distressed she must be! I wonder what her circumstances are just at this time.