"I take my tea cold, Daisy, thank you. I'll have it presently."
So he poured out his own cup, and left it to cool, while he attended to Daisy; and when she would have no more, he took the cup from the tray, and sent Mrs. Benoit off with the rest of the things.
"Now, Daisy," said he, as he took away her bolstering pillows, and laid her nicely down again, "now, Daisy, I am your confidential friend and physician, and I want to know what command Mrs. Randolph has given to trouble you. It is my business to know, and you must tell me."
He was so cool about it, and so determined, that Daisy was staggered. He stood holding her hand, and waiting for her answer.
"Mamma "
Daisy came to a great stop. The doctor waited.
"It was about the little girl."
"Very well. Go on, Daisy." He took up his cup of tea now and began to sip it.
Poor Daisy! She had never been more bewildered in her life.
"What about the little girl?"