She turned alertly towards her range.
"But he won't have dinner." "What!" The stiffness went out of her form in visible detachments.

"Then he air sick!" She made one attempt to help matters.

"Can't I make him something nice?
Very nice ?--And light ?" She brightened at the hope.
"No, nothink.

He will not hear to it." "Then you must have the doctor." She spoke decisively.
To this the butler made no reply, at least in words.

He stood wrapt in deep abstraction, his face filled with perplexity and gloom, and as the cook watched him anxiously her face too took on gradually the same expression.
"I has not see him like this before, not in ten year--not in twelve year.