Mr.Redmain, indeed, took no trouble to avoid such a catastrophe, but Sepia was far too wise to allow even the dawn of such a risk.

When he was ill, he was, if possible, more rude to her than to every one else, but she did not seem to mind it a straw.

Perhaps she knew something of the ways of such _gentlemen_ as lose their manners the moment they are ailing, and seem to consider a headache or an attack of indigestion excuse sufficient for behaving like the cad they scorn.

It was not long, however, before he began to take in her a very real interest, though not of a sort it would have made her comfortable with him to know.
Every time Mr.Redmain had an attack, the baldness on the top of his head widened, and the skin of his face tightened on his small, neat features; his long arms looked longer; his formerly flat back rounded yet a little; and his temper grew yet more curiously spiteful.

Long after he had begun to recover, he was by no means an agreeable companion.