"Now, you may retire, if you wish," said Star.
"Will you come again?" said Edith, in a very low voice; "often; often?"
"If I am permitted," replied John, releasing her hand, and rising.
"You have my permission," whispered Edith, feebly attempting to smile. "Oh, I am so weak, I am afraid it will be such a long time before I can leave this bed." Turning to Star, she said: "Have mamma keep him for dinner, if it is near that time—or breakfast, or lunch."
"He will remain," answered Star.
"You will come in before you go—you will come again, Mr. Winthrope?" asked Edith, faintly.
"By your father's permission," he answered, smiling down upon her.
"He will permit you," said Edith.
"Good bye," said John, taking Edith's hand again.
"Good bye; don't fail to come in again before you go?" said Edith.