Steadman is a splendid servant in illness.

He nursed my father for years.

Will you tell him to come to me, if you please?
I want to hear what he thinks of his lordship, and to discuss the chances of our getting home early to-morrow.' The landlady retired, and summoned Mr.Steadman, who was enjoying his modest glass of grog in front of the kitchen fire.

He had taught himself to dispense with the consolations of tobacco, lest he should at any time make himself obnoxious to her ladyship.
Steadman was closeted with Lady Maulevrier for the next half-hour, during which his lordship's condition was gravely discussed.

When he left the sitting-room he told the landlord to be sure and feed the post-horses well, and make them comfortable for the night, so that they might be ready for the drive to Fellside early next morning.
'Do you think his lordship will be well enough to travel ?' asked the landlord.
'He has made up his mind to get home--ill or well,' answered Steadman.
'He has wasted about a week by his dawdling ways on the road; and now he's in a fever to get to Fellside.'.