'I am afraid you are really quite ill,' she said, drawing a little nearer.

'Please don't let me put you out, and do not stay under that table, Mr Jimson.

Indeed it cannot be good for you.' Mr Jimson only answered by a distressing cough; and the next moment the girl was on her knees, and their faces had almost knocked together under the table.
'O, my gracious goodness!' exclaimed Miss Hazeltine, and sprang to her feet.

'Mr Forsyth gone mad!' 'I am not mad,' said the gentleman ruefully, extricating himself from his position.

'Dearest.