"Confoundedly -" was the somewhat careless answer, made while examining my face.
"You see who has come to look after you?"
"It isn't Daisy!" he cried.
"How do you do, Preston?" I said, taking hold of the hand which lay upon the coverlid. He drew the hand hastily away, half raising himself on his elbow.
"What have you come here for?" he asked.
"I have come to take care of you."
"You," said Preston. "In this place! Where is mamma?"
"Aunt Gary is far away from here. She could not get to you."
"But you, you were in Switzerland."
"Not since last May."