CHAPTER VII Unfruitful Suggestions 

"Raymond! Can you spare me a moment before you go into your mother's room?" 

It was Rosamond who, to his surprise, as he was about to go down- stairs, met him and drew him into her apartment--his mother's own dressing-room, which he had not entered since the accident. 

"Is anything the matter?" he said, thinking that Julius might have spared him from complaints of Cecil. 

"Oh no! only one never can speak to you, and Julius told me that you could tell me about Mrs. Poynsett. I can't help thinking she could be moved more than she is." Then, as he was beginning to speak, "Do you know that, the morning of the fire, I carried her with only one of the maids to the couch under the tent-room window? Susan was frightened out of her wits, but she was not a bit the worse for it." 

"Ah! that was excitement." 

"But if it did not hurt her then, why should it hurt her again? There's old General M'Kinnon, my father's old friend, who runs about everywhere in a wheeled-chair with a leg-rest; and I can't think why she should not do the same." 

Raymond smiled kindly on her, but rather sadly; perhaps he was recollecting his morning's talk about the occupancy of the drawing- room. "You know it is her spine," he said. 

"So it is with him. His horse rolled over him at Sebastopol, and he has never walked since. I wanted to write to Mary M'Kinnon; but Julius said I had better talk to you, because he was only at home for a fortnight, when she was at the worst, and you knew more about it." 
who called out Raymond?
Rosamond