“We were getting very anxious about you,” he whispered.
“Hello, Peggy!” said the boy, with a wan smile, raising his head slightly from the pillow and dropping it back again.
Margaret stooped over and kissed him.
“My poor boy! what a fright you have given me!”
“Ah, Margery, think what a fright I got myself. I thought I was going to die within sight of the house.”
The doctor gently pushed Margaret from the room. Renmark waited until the examination was over, and then went out to find her.
She sprang forward to meet him.
“It is all right,” he said. “There is nothing to fear. He has been exhausted by loss of blood, but a few days’ quiet will set that right. Then all you will have to contend against will be his impatience at being kept to his room, which may be necessary for some weeks.”
“Oh, I am so glad! and—and I am so much obliged to you, Mr. Renmark!”
“I have done nothing—except make blunders,” replied the professor with a bitterness that surprised and hurt her.