The boy, glad to escape, went out as they entered.
Grace sat up.

"Now," he said cheerfully, "this is real good of you to come and see me! Take a seat, sir." The chairs were what the doctor once described as non-sitable, and wabbled as they sat down.
"You are better, I see, Grace," said the doctor.

"I fetched up the Squire for a consultation." "Yes, I'm near about right." He had none of the common feeling of the poor that he must excuse his surroundings to these richer visitors, nor any least embarrassment.

"It's good to see some one, Mr.Penhallow." "I come on a pleasant errand," said Penhallow.

"We will talk it over and then leave you to the doctor.