“No, I think you would have liked it very much.”
“Why?”
“Love’s a flower that will not die,” repeated Meta, half smiling. “You would have found so much good to do—”
“And so much misery to rend one’s heart,” said Dr. May. “But, after all, I suppose there is only a certain capacity of feeling.”
“It is within, not without, as you said,” returned Meta.
“Ha, there’s another!” cried Dr. May, almost petulant at the sound of the bell again, breaking into the conversation that was a great refreshment.
“It was Sir Henry Walkinghame’s ring,” said Meta. “It is always his time of day.”
The doctor did not like it the better.
Sir Henry sent up a message to ask whether he could see Mr. or Miss Rivers.
“I suppose we must,” said Meta, looking at the doctor. “Lady Walkinghame must be anxious about Flora.”