Helen yielded. She went and knelt down by Hugh and laid her hands on his knee. As Latham was leaving the room, she said to him, with a grave smile—
“You see, you were wrong, Doctor. Daddy did come to me.”
“I wonder,” was his reply. “I wonder. Finding the paper in that book may all have been coincidence—who knows?”
“Daddy and I know,” Helen said; “Daddy and I know.”
CHAPTER XXXIX
Stephen turned restlessly on his pillows, and Angela Latham bent down and cozied them deftly.
“You’re a wonderful nurse,” he told her gratefully.
“Not bad, am I?”
“I’ve made you a great deal of trouble.”
“You have,” Mrs. Latham returned cordially. “But you know what Mrs. Hemans says, or perhaps it’s Mark Twain, I always get them mixed, ‘the labor we delight in physics pain’—I’ve quite enjoyed the trouble—and Georgie Washington, but you begin to do me credit. You’re going to be a good boy now and do just as I say.”