The mere allusion to Susan had its composing effect on me. I said kindly that I hoped she was well.
"Well in body," Mrs. Rymer announced. "Far from it, sir, in mind."Before I could ask what this meant, we were interrupted by the appearance of the servant, bringing the letters which had arrived for me by the afternoon post. I told the man, impatiently, to put them on the table at my side.
"What is distressing Susan?" I inquired, without stopping to look at the letters.
"She is fretting, sir, about your illness. Oh, Mr. Lepel, if you would only try the sweet country air! If you only had my good little Susan to nurse you!"_She_, too, taking my uncle's view! And talking of Susan as my nurse!
"What are you thinking of?" I asked her. "A young girl like your daughter nursing Me! You ought to have more regard for Susan's good name!""I know what _you_ ought to do!" She made that strange reply with a furtive look at me, half in anger, half in alarm.
"Go on," I said.
"Will you turn me out of your house for my impudence?" she asked.
"I will hear what you have to say to me. What ought I to do?""Marry Susan."
I heard the woman plainly--and yet, I declare, I doubted the evidence of my senses.
