"All right—there now, good night. If Chester is without, tell him to come in a moment."
She kissed him again, then slipped out. Presently, Chester entered.
"Did you wish to see me, Mr. Strong?"
"Yes—that is, just to say good night—and to tell you that I am better—and also to thank you for taking such good care of Lucy."
"Why, I assure you—"
"Wait a moment. Stand right where you are, there in that light—you'll excuse a sick man's humors, I know; but someone told me today that we two look very much alike. I was just wondering whether it was a fancy only—but I can't tell, nor you can't tell. It always takes a third person to say."
"Yes; I suppose it does," laughed Chester. "But I don't object to the resemblance."
"Nor I, my boy. Come here. Continue to take good care of Lucy. She's a good, sweet girl." The man arose, as if to be off to bed. Chester put his arm around him.
"Let me help you," said the young man. "You are not very strong yet."