The footsteps drew nearer, the door was opened with a hasty hand, and the child herself, pale and breathless, and hastily wrapped in a few disordered garments, hurried into the room.
'Miss Nelly! What is the matter!' cried mother and son together.
'I must not stay a moment,' she returned, 'grandfather has been taken very ill.

I found him in a fit upon the floor--' 'I'll run for a doctor'-- said Kit, seizing his brimless hat.

'I'll be there directly, I'll--' 'No, no,' cried Nell, 'there is one there, you're not wanted, you--you--must never come near us any more!' 'What!' roared Kit.
'Never again,' said the child.

'Don't ask me why, for I don't know.
Pray don't ask me why, pray don't be sorry, pray don't be vexed with me! I have nothing to do with it indeed!' Kit looked at her with his eyes stretched wide; and opened and shut his mouth a great many times; but couldn't get out one word.
'He complains and raves of you,' said the child, 'I don't know what you have done, but I hope it's nothing very bad.' 'I done!' roared Kit.
'He cries that you're the cause of all his misery,' returned the child with tearful eyes; 'he screamed and called for you; they say you must not come near him or he will die.

You must not return to us any more.
I came to tell you.