Beg pardon for being so rude.' Here Gladys appeared, who had followed her mistress upstairs.
'Sir, the mistress is very ill.

I think she would like to see you.
Perhaps you had better have a doctor.' 'Never had a doctor in my house since Netta was born, that's the trouble she brought with her; I'd as soon have an undertaker.

Send you for a doctor, and everybody in the house is seure to be ill.

He's infectious.
Excuse me, Miss Gwynne, whilst I go and see what's the matter.' Miss Gwynne waited until she heard Mr Prothero come down from his wife's room, calling busily for Owen, who was in the wheat-field, and telling him to go and fetch Dr Richards.

She then called Gladys, and said she should have whatever her mistress could fancy from the Park, and that she would come again in the afternoon and see how she was.
This done, Miss Gwynne went her own erratic way, which led her over stiles, and through fields, and into various cottages, where she alternately scolded, lectured, and condoled, accordingly as she thought their inmates deserved the one or the other.