She lifted to his a look so gentle and grave that he could not think she was displeased, or harsh, or even unkind. But she answered him, "No."
"Don't you feel strong enough for it?" he said with a shade of concern.
"Yes."
"You think you have given me one lesson already," he said smiling, "which I am not attending to. I will go and see your little sick child immediately. But I don't know the way! I wish you were well enough to pilot me. I can't find her by the sign of the rosebush?"
"Reuben Taylor will take you there, Dr. Harrison, if you will let him.
He goes there often."
"If I will let him! Say, if he will let me! Your knight does not smile upon me, Miss Faith."
"Why not?"
"I'm sure I'm not qualified to give evidence," said the doctor half laughing at having the tables turned upon him. "Unless his chivalric devotion to you is jealous of every other approach—even mine. But you say he will guide me to the rosebush?"
"I am sure he will with great pleasure, Dr. Harrison."
"And I will go with great pleasure—for you."