The two pairs of eyes looked into each other. The thoughtful grey eyes of the child, and the impenetrable blue orbs of the man. There was mutual study; some mutual recognition.
"You must be a good child and try to bear it."
"Will you come and see me again?" said Daisy.
"Do you desire it?"
"You would not come unless it was necessary," said Daisy; "and if it is necessary, I should like to have you."
The lips of the young man curled into a smile that was very pleasant, albeit a little mocking in its character.
"I think it will be necessary, little one; but if I come to see you, you must be under my orders."
"Well, I am," said Daisy.
"Keep still, then; do not talk to anybody any more than is needful to relieve your impatience."
The doctor went away, and Daisy lay still musing. The morning had gone on a little further, when carriage wheels stopped at the gate.