"Oh, certainly, he must come up," I interposed.
"Yes, yes, Charlotte," said Lennard.
The doctor came in, and stood looking at his patient, after putting a few questions. "Well," said he, "you are better; you will get over it."
"Do you really think so?" I asked joyfully.
"Decidedly I do, now. It has been a sharp twinge, but the danger's over. You see, when pain suddenly ceases, mortification sometimes sets in, and I could not be sure. But you will do this time, Mr. Lennard."
Lennard had little more to say; and, soon after the doctor left, I prepared to follow him.
"There's a trifle of salary due to me, Mr. Strange," he whispered; "that which has been going on since Quarter Day. I suppose you will not keep it from me?"
"Keep it from you! No. Why should I? Do you want it at once? You can have it if you do."
Leonard looked up wistfully. "You do not think of taking me back again? You will not do that?"
"Yes, I will. You and I shall understand each other better than ever now."