“Yes; and because you are not going to insult Michael, nor your nurse, by offering us—”
“Dollars? Humph! There, let’s talk about something else. Does Michael still hold to that insane notion of going to Europe?”
“Oh yes; we should have been there now, if it had not been for your illness.”
“Then he gave it up for a time, because I wanted him to attend me?”
Cornel bowed her head.
“Humph! Sort of madness to want to go at all. Isn’t America big enough for him?”
“Of course,” said Cornel, laughing gently; and now the air of the nurse appeared to have dropped away, to give place to the bright happy look of a girl of twenty. “Surely it is not madness to want to increase his knowledge by a little study at the English and French hospitals. Besides, it was our father’s wish.”
“Yes; Jack was very mad about the English doctors, when there was not one who could touch him. I say, though: Michael is going to be as clever.”
“I hope so,” said Cornel, with animation. “He studies very hard.”
“Yes, he’s a clever one, girl; and Jack Thorpe would have been very proud of him if he had lived. But, I say—”