"My dear, I can't see him. I won't see him. Tell Bowls not at home, or go downstairs and say I'm too ill to receive any one. My nerves really won't bear my brother at this moment," cried out Miss Crawley, and resumed the novel.

"My dear, I can't see him. Say I'm too ill to receive any one," cried out Miss Crawley, resuming her French novel.
