You have your fowl to-day," continued Jan, taking himself off the table to depart; "or a duck, if you fancy it's more savoury; and if West comes in while you are eating it, tell him I ordered it.

He can't grumble at me for doctoring _you_." Decima left the room with Jan.

Lucy Tempest went to the window, threw it open, drew an easy-chair, with its cushions, near to it, and then returned to the sofa.
"Will you come to the window ?" said she to Lionel.

"Jan said you were to sit there, and I have put your chair ready." Lionel unclosed his eyelids.

"I am better here, child, thank you." "But you heard what Jan said--that you were not going the right way to get well." "It does not much matter, Lucy, whether I get well, or whether I don't," he answered wearily.
Lucy sat down; not on her favourite stool, but on a low chair, and fixed her eyes upon him gravely.
"Do you know what Mr.Cust would say to that ?" she asked.