The kettle's been boiling this hour." Then, as though it were an afterthought: "Stephen wants to see you, so I told him maybe you would let him.

Shall I tell him to come ?" "Your brother, you mean?
The one who lives here in New York ?" she asked listlessly.
"Yes, he's never forgotten you.

And--" "Some day I will see him, Martha.

I shall be better soon, and then--" She stopped and stared at Carlin, who misunderstanding Martha's words, had drawn aside the calico curtain and was advancing toward her, bowing as he walked, the choke still in his throat.

"I hope your ladyship is not offended," he ventured.