The boy looked up brightly. “Bully,” he ejaculated. Then anxiously he inquired, “Shall you tell the nurse?”
“I’ll tell her to get you ready for a drive as I shall call for you at two. Then I will let Miss Dahlia know that I am to call on her at two-thirty and would like to meet her protêge.”
The old doctor was indeed pleased to see how quickly his suggestion brightened the lad’s face.
Reaching out a thin hand, he took the big brown one as he said; “Doc, you’re a trump! I needn’t feel that I haven’t a friend when you’re at the wheel. Now I’m going to rest hard until noon.”
CHAPTER XII.
A PLEASANT CALL.
Miss Squeers found it hard to follow orders that were so against her own judgment. She well knew Mrs. Widdemere, for had she not been in that home during the illness of Robert’s father and had she not found his mother a woman after her own heart! “If a person is born an aristocrat,” the nurse told herself, “she ought to act like one and be haughty and proud. How would a peacock look trying to put herself on a social footing with a pullet?”
All the time that she was assisting Robert Widdemere to dress for the drive that he was to take with Doctor Wainridge, the woman’s thin colorless lips grew tighter and thinner. The physician had not told where he was going to take their patient, but she knew, as well as if she had been able to hear through the closed door. She consoled herself with the knowledge that her turn to triumph would come in time. They did not know, however much they might suspect it, that she had written the mother all that she knew of this disgraceful friendship. Doctor Wainridge would be peremptorially dismissed, of that Miss Squeers was certain. For that matter the doctor was sure of the same thing, but what he hoped was that his patient should by that time be so far along on the road to recovery that he would not be harmed by his mother’s anger or subsequent action. That Mrs. Widdemere would forbid the friendship, he well knew. But his office, at present, was to help the lad to rouse himself from the indifferent stupor into which he had fallen since his father’s death.
The doctor arrived at two, and for half an hour they drove about the picturesque country lane on either side of which were the vast estates of the wealthy dwellers of the far famed foot-hill section.
At length they left the highway and turned into the drive leading to the Barrington home. The physician was saying:—“I was up in the big city when it all happened and so another doctor was called when the accident occured. I am referring to the accident which brought the gypsy girl into the home where I presume she is to remain.” Then he laughed. “It is well for the girl that the haughty older sister has gone away for an indefinite stay for she had undertaken, so the story goes, to civilize and Christianize this little heathen.”
The boy nodded. “Lady Red Bird told me. She said she was just ready to run away because they were going to put her in a convent school, when a telegram came and Miss Ursula Barrington left at once for the East.”