“But you must not talk too much, you know, sir.”
“I expect he has been talking quite enough,” said Arthur, jumping up; “and I am going now, Edgar, I can come again to-morrow, you know.”
“That’s a good young gentleman,” said nurse.
So Edgar’s thoughts could not be told until the next day.
On the way down stairs, Arthur met Maude; and he began to wonder now whether she would like his having been all this time in Edgar’s room, and whether she would know. Perhaps his thoughts were in his face, for Maude smiled, and said:
“Oh, I know. You have been in Edgar’s room. Minnie told me all about it. What did you think of him?”
“I think he is very, very ill, Miss North.”
“Yes; poor child. It is easy to see he cannot live long. He is very peaceful though.”
Maude sighed as she spoke. Perhaps she was wishing that she was the same herself, and that there was a peace in her heart which the Lord gives, “not as the world giveth.”
“Miss North,” said Arthur, “you did not mind your sister having taken me up stairs, did you?”