“No, I shan’t. If he’s as bad as all that, I shall come.”
Both withdrew to prepare themselves. Mr. Byass, who was very nervous and perspiring freely, began to walk round and round the table, inspecting closely, in complete absence of mind, the objects that lay on it.
“We’ll have a cab,” cried Joseph, as he came forth equipped. “Poor Jane’s in a sad state, I’m afraid, eh?”
In a few minutes they were driving up Pentonville Road. Clem scarcely ever removed her eye from Joseph’s face; the latter held his lips close together and kept his brows wrinkled. Few words passed during the drive. At the door of the house appeared Bessie, much agitated. All turned into the parlour on the ground floor and spoke together for a few minutes. Michael had been laid on his bed; at present Jane only was with him, but the doctor would return shortly.
“Will you tell her I’m here?” said Joseph to Mrs. Byass. “I’ll see her in the sitting-room.”
He went up and waited. Throughout the house prevailed that unnatural, nerve-distressing quietude which tells the presence of
