He wanted to come in--to stay; and of course I let him.
Minnie had to know, poor girl. He's in the spare room. Did you know
he meant to come?"
"I? Hadn't an idea of it, Mrs. Clover!"
"But you know something about him. He tells me you do. He wants to
see you. There's only one thing I ask--has he been doing wrong? Oh,
do tell me that!"
Gammon protested that he knew nothing of the kind, and added that he
had only seen the man once, for a minute, now more than a month ago.
"And you kept it from me!" said his friend reproachfully. "I didn't
think you'd have done that, Mr. Gammon!"
"There was a reason. I shouldn't have thought of doing it if there
hadn't been a good reason."
"Never mind. I won't interfere. I feel as if it had nothing to do
with me. Will you go upstairs to him? He looks to me as if he hadn't
very long to live, indeed he does. Listen, that's his cough! Oh, I
am so upset. It came so sudden. And to think you'd seen him and
never told me! Never mind, go up to him, if you will, and see what
he wants with you.
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