They left the table, and flocked into the parlor; but Mrs. Keith drew Dr. Landreth aside, and whispered in his sympathizing ear her anxiety in regard to Fan. She described every symptom without reserve, then asked, with a look of deep solicitude, "What do you think of the case?"
"You must allow me a little time to study it, mother," he said; "but I trust it will prove nothing serious. She must have rest, a tonic, a daily walk of such length as she can take without undue fatigue, and frequent drives. Those I can give her as I visit my country patients."
"Thank you," she said. "I have been very impatient for your return on the dear child's account."
"What is that you are talking of, mother?" Mildred asked, joining them.
"Of Fan, Milly; she hasn't seemed well for some time, and I have been consulting the doctor about her."
Mildred's eyes filled. "My darling little sister!" she exclaimed. "I hope it is nothing serious?" She turned an eager, inquiring look upon her husband.
"We will hope not, Milly," he said cheerfully. "As your father says, she is growing fast, and, besides, this warm spring weather is apt to cause a feeling of languor. I trust that with tender care and watchfulness we may be able to help her to grow into strong, healthful womanhood."
Both mother and sister looked relieved, and presently they rejoined the others.
Frank Osborne was just taking leave. He must return to the duties of his charge, and might not see them again for several days.