"No," said she shaking her head,—"you are wrong."
"You have been—" said he, looking at her,—"you have been 'doing your duty' too hard."
"Can one do that, Dr. Harrison?"
"Certainly!"
"I haven't been doing it this time."
"Do you remember," he said sitting down by her and lowering his voice,—"what you said once about the flowers of the wilderness?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to see some of them?"
"In the wilderness?"
"No," said he smiling. "I can shew you one family of them, by their portraits, here—to-night."