am sure, to hear that nobody is dead. Anybody ill?”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. Was he very yellow when he came in, or had he turned very yellow in the last minute or two? I really can’t say, and I can’t ask Louis, because he was not in the room at the time.
“Anybody ill?” I repeated, observing that my national composure still appeared to affect him.
“That is part of my bad news, Mr. Fairlie. Yes. Somebody is ill.”
“Grieved, I am sure. Which of them is it?”
“To my profound sorrow, Miss Halcombe. Perhaps you were in some degree prepared to hear this? Perhaps when you found that Miss Halcombe did not come here by herself, as you proposed, and did not write a second time, your affectionate anxiety may have made you fear that she was ill?”