“Nugent—my brother! Oh, thank Heaven! I am so glad—so glad!”
Lord Court had left the door, and was bending over the slight figure of his sister. Margery, with tears of sympathy in her eyes, turned away, and was leaving the room, when Lady Enid noticed her.
“Margery,” she called, softly, “you must not go;” then, turning to her brother, she said, “Nugent, this is Margery Daw, whom I have so often written to you about; she is my dear friend.”
“I am heartily glad to welcome you,” said Lord Court, extending a hand to Margery. “I seem to know you already through my sister’s letters. Let me thank you in both our names for your kind attention to her.”
“My small services merit no thanks,” Margery responded, simply. “I would do all in my power for Lady Enid, for I love her.”
She moved forward and kissed the lips Lady Enid upheld to her; there was a flush of delight on the pale face of the invalid, a glow of unalloyed happiness in the lovely brown eyes.
“Ah, Nugent, it is like a gleam of sunshine to see you again! Where have you come from?”
“From Italy. I paused only one day in Paris. I was eager to see you, my darling.” Lord Court drew up a chair to his sister’s side, and took her hand in his. “You are looking better, Enid,” he added.
“That is due to Margery then. I am so happy with her.”
“Miss Daw is a most successful physician,” the earl remarked, smilingly.