“Yes. I seem to have been very neglectful of the people lately.”
“Stop a minute, Hartley,” said Mary, with a vivid colour in her cheeks.
“You want to say something?”
“Yes, dear; I wish—I wish to speak to you about Dr North.”
“Well, what about him, my child?”
“Hartley, when we were ill, he was always here. No pains seemed to be too great for him to take.”
“Yes, no man could have been more attentive.”
“And now, Hartley, he, too, is ill—seriously ill.”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“Then don’t you think it is a duty to try everything possible to help him in turn?”