"Oh, he's very strong. He'll be quite ready to go with you, Miss Griselda," answered the little boy's mother; but she bent her head as she spoke, and no one saw how pale her face was.
The meal proceeded somewhat drearily. Kitty was out of spirits at the loss of her favorite companion; Rachel's little face looked scarcely childish, so intensely watchful was its expression; Mrs. Lovel wore her smiling mask; and the two old ladies alone were perfectly tranquil and indifferent.
"May I take Phil up some supper?" suddenly asked Rachel.
Mrs. Lovel suppressed a quick sigh, sat down again in her seat, for she was just rising to go back to Phil, and almost ran her nails into her hands under the table in her efforts to keep down all symptoms of impatience.
"Thank you, dear," said Miss Griselda gratefully. "If you go up to Phil his mother need not trouble herself about him until bedtime. We will adjourn to the drawing-room, if you please, Mrs. Lovel. I am anxious to have another lesson in that new kind of crochet. Katharine, will you give Rachel some supper to take up to Phil?--plenty of supper, please, dear; he's a hearty boy and ought to have abundance to eat."
Miss Katharine smiled, cut a generous slice of cold roast beef, and piled two mince-pies and a cheese-cake on another plate. When she had added to these a large glass of cold milk and some bread-and-butter, she gave the tray to Rachel, and bidding her be careful not to spill her load, took Kitty's hand and went with her into the drawing-room.
Rachel carried her tray carefully as far as the foot of the winding stairs; then looking eagerly up and down and to right and left, she suddenly wheeled round and marched off through many underground and badly lit passages, until she found herself in the neighborhood of the great old-fashioned kitchen. Here she was met not by the cook, but by Mrs. Newbolt, the lady's-maid.
"Oh, Newbolt, you'll do what I want. Phil is ill, and his mother doesn't want any one to know about it. Take all this horrid mess away and give me some strong, strong, beautiful beef tea and a nice little piece of toast. I'll wait here, and you won't be long, will you, dear Newbolt?"
Newbolt loved Phil and detested his mother. With a sudden snort she caught up Rachel's tray, and returned presently with a tempting little meal suited to an invalid.