And shall be three days more."
"I cannot remember the words exactly, but it is something to that effect."
Sam turned round from the window, and repeated the lines to which Annie alluded. She looked astonished.
"How came you to know them?" said she.
"I read them amongst his poems," was his answer.
"I thought you were a surgeon, Mr. Samuel Watson," said she still in amazement, "and though never doubting that you knew a great deal of anatomy and such things, did not expect you would be acquainted with love poetry."
"And is it to want of taste or want of time, Miss Millar, that you would attribute my imaginary ignorance?"
"I do not wish to offend you, but certainly I had expected a surgeon's tastes to be different; and I should have referred a case of dislocation or fracture to you, with much more faith than a failure of memory."
"You thought I could mend your finger better than a broken verse, and that though I might make you whole, I should make a line halt—was that it?"
"I believe it was, and my amazement is so great, I do not know when I shall recover," replied she saucily.