Your father is ill, and she has sent for Dr.Clarke.But you are please not to go up.

Will you give the gentlemen their tea, and she will come down before they go, if she can." Marcella had turned pale.
"Mayn't I go, Deacon?
What is it ?" "It's a bad fit of pain, your mother says, miss.

Nothing can be done till the doctor comes.

She begged _particular_ that you wouldn't go up, miss.

She doesn't want any one put out." At the same moment there was a ring at the outer door.
"Oh, there is Aldous," cried Marcella, with relief, and she ran out into the hall to meet him..