"I suppose every woman has a tenderness for a man that is enamoured of her, if he is ever so great a fool," she remarked.
"Mamma! - nobody ever accused Dr. Sandford before of being a fool."
"He is a fool to look at you. Do get a little wisdom into his head, Daisy!" And she left the room again as the doctor entered the house.
I knew he and I understood each other; and though he might be a fool after mamma's reckoning, I had a great kindness for him. So I met him with frank kindness now. The doctor walked about the room a while, talking of indifferent things; and then said suddenly, -
"Do you remember old Molly Skelton?"
"Certainly. What of her?"
"She is dying, poor creature."
"Does she know I am here?" I asked.
"I have not told her."
"Would she like to see me, do you think?" I said, with an uneasy consciousness that I must go, whatever the answer were.