It doesn't look just natural.

There's something wrong." "Wrong?
How wrong, Mary ?" "That's just what I asked myself over and over again," replied the girl.
"She had a visitor here to-night," said Dexter, after a moment or two.

He tried to speak indifferently; but the quick perception of Mary detected the covert interest in his tones.
"Yes." A single cold monosyllable was her reply.
"Who was he ?" "'Deed I don't know, sir." "Was he a stranger ?" "I didn't see him, sir," answered Mary.
"You let him in ?" "No, sir.

The cook went to the door." Dexter bit his lips with disappointment.
"Will you say to Miss Loring that I wish to see her particularly to-night." Mary hesitated.
"Why don't you take up my request ?" He spoke with covert impatience.
"I am sure she wishes to be excused to-night," persisted the girl.
"She's not at all herself; and it will be cruel to drag her down." But Dexter waved his hand, and said, sharply: "I wish to hear no more from you, Miss Pert! Go to Miss Loring, and tell her that she will confer a favor by seeing me this evening.

I can receive no apology but sickness." Jessie was sitting as Mary had left her, both hands covering her face, when that kind-hearted creature returned.
"It's too much!" exclaimed the girl, as she entered.