“I saw you standing there, and thought perhaps you wanted something,” she said.
“Yes, I want to find Mrs. Chetwynd,” replied Leslie, in a low voice.
“She is in her room, and, I hope, asleep. Perhaps I can do something for you?”
“I wished to see her. I have a message from Marjorie.”
“Poor child, I trust she is becoming more reasonable. What does she want, may I ask?”
“She wishes me very much indeed to stay with her. She thinks she can bear to be away from Eileen if I am here.”
“Then, for Heaven’s sake, do grant her request. It is quite unnecessary to awaken poor Mrs. Chetwynd to tell her this. In the interest of my patient, I take upon myself the responsibility of giving you permission to stay. Do you need any clothes? We can send a messenger presently.”
“I must write to my mother, who will send me what I require,” replied Leslie. “Very well, I will go back to Marjorie now. You are quite certain that Mrs. Chetwynd won’t mind?”
“Mind! She will bless you.”
“Please, please, nurse, tell me before I go, how Eileen really is?”