"Well, may I at least see the doctor when he comes?"
"You certainly may do that. As a matter of fact, I expect him at any moment."
"Then I will go to my room, if you will take me."
Mrs. Faithful conducted the girl to the Chamber of Peace. Maureen looked round her, and her lovely eyes grew bright.
"Oh, how exquisite," she said. "And a bath-room and all. Give me barely ten minutes. Please remember that I must see the doctor."
In almost less than the time mentioned a grave-looking girl in pure white, her thick brown hair neatly arranged, her soft brown eyes full of a sort of divine love, her lips slightly tremulous, but nevertheless firm and sweet, stood outside the Infirmary, where Daisy Mostyn tossed from side to side on her little bed, while the cruel fever, like a consuming fire, burnt her slender life away.
Dr. Halsted went in and saw the patient. He came out again shaking his head.
"We must have a consultant," he said to the nurse. "The symptoms are most alarming. Why, who is this young lady?"
"I am Maureen," was the girl's quiet reply. "I want to go to Daisy—I have known her for some time. She and I lived in the same dear home in Ireland. There is something I want to say to her and afterwards to her sister, Henrietta. I promise most faithfully not to make her worse. May I go to her?"
"Yes, child, go," said the doctor.