It was probable that he also, notwithstanding his Christian grace, shared somewhat the popular sentiments towards these musical and Bohemian Hautvilles; yet he looked with a dignified kindness at the girl.
"I trust you are not ill," he said, without answering her question as to whether she might see Dorothy.
Madelon did not act as if she heard what he said.

"Can I see your daughter, sir ?" she repeated.

She cast an anxious glance over her shoulder for fear Eugene might appear in the road.
Parson Fair still eyed her with perplexity.

"I believe Dorothy is ill in her chamber," he said, hesitatingly.

"I do not know--" Madelon gave a dry sob.