"Did I start?" he inquired. "It must have been because I am very nervous since my illness. Well, and what did you say your elegant doll was named?"
"Did you not understand me before? It is Golden Chesleigh—Chesleigh after you, Uncle Bert. Is it not a pretty name?"
"Very!" he rejoined, pale to the lips. "Did you think of it yourself, Ruby?"
"Not at all; I asked Mary for a name, and she said Golden. Then I added Chesleigh."
Some curiosity came over him to see the good nurse who loved Ruby and was kind to her, but who hated men, and who had chosen for the pretty wax doll, the sweet and unusual name of Golden.
There came a light tap on the outer door. Mrs. Desmond rose to open it. Golden peeped again and saw her cousin Elinor coming in.
"May I come in and see the invalid?" she asked, brightly, and Bertram Chesleigh answered:
"Yes, do, Miss Glenalvan. Ruby is better and is holding a levee of her humble subjects."