"Was that all the trouble?"
"No, sir."
The doctor sipped his cup of tea and looked at Daisy. He did not say anything more; yet his eyes so steadily waited for what further she had to say, that Daisy fidgeted; like a fascinated creature, obliged to do what it would not. She could not help looking into Dr. Sandford's face, and she could not withstand what she saw there.
"Dr. Sandford," she began in her old-fashioned way, "you are asking me what is private between my mother and me."
"Nothing is private from your physician, Daisy. I am not Dr. Sandford; I am your physician."
"But you are Dr. Sandford to mamma."
"The business is entirely between you and me."
Daisy hesitated a little longer, but the power of fascination upon her was irresistible.
"I was sorry not to teach the little girl," she said at length; "but I was particularly troubled because—because—"
"Mrs. Randolph was displeased with your system of benevolence?"