Why, you did not look as bad as this yesterday,"
she added in sympathetic tones, patting his free hand with her
own, her glance wandering over the cramped little room with its
meagre appointments.
Jack smiled faintly and a light gleamed in his eyes. The memory of
yesterday evidently brought no regrets.
"I dared not look any other way," he answered faintly; "I was so
afraid of alarming Miss Ruth." Then after a pause in which the
smile and the gleam flickered over his pain-tortured face, he
added in a more determined voice: "I am glad I went, though the
doctor was furious. He says it was the worst thing I could have
done--and thought I ought to have had sense enough to--But don't
let's talk any more about it, Miss Felicia. It was so good of you
to come. Mr. Grayson has just left. You'd think he was a woman, he
is so gentle and tender. But I'll be around in a day or two, and
as soon as I can get on my feet and look less like a scarecrow
than I do, I am coming over to see you and Miss Ruth and--yes, and
UNCLE PETER--" Miss Felicia arched her eyebrows: "Oh, you needn't
look!--that's what I am going to call him after this; we settled
all that last night.
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