“At the hotel, I suppose,” she returned, adding: “May God bless you for your kindness to a poor, friendless girl!”
“Thank you. I have need of His blessing. And now go, like a good girl, and take a nap until I return with Dallas Bain.”
She returned to her room to follow his advice, thinking that, indeed, she would like to look a little fresher when Dallas came.
But in a few minutes Mrs. Fleming entered, saying:
“Royall is awake and asking for you. Will you come?”
Annette, who was dozing on the bed, looked up wearily, and exclaimed:
“Be kind to him, Daisie, so that he may get well. I will help to nurse him; indeed, I will.”
Daisie arose and followed Mrs. Fleming to the sick room.
The nurse who was watching by the patient quickly left the room at a gesture from the mistress of the house.
Royall, whose ghastly pallor made him look as if death had already claimed him for its own, smiled feebly on the visitors, and murmured: