"What interrupted her this afternoon."
"Conscience as I understand it."
"There is no dealing with Daisy's conscience, doctor," said Mr. Randolph, with a smile. "What that says, Daisy feels herself bound to do."
"Do not burden her conscience then," said the doctor. "Not just now till she gets stronger."
"Where was she going this afternoon?" Mrs. Randolph asked in her calm voice.
"On an errand of the most Utopian benevolence "
"Having what for its object?"
"A miserable old crippled creature, who lives in a poor cottage about half a mile from your gate."
"What was Daisy desiring to do, doctor?"
"Carry some comfort to this forlorn thing, I believe; whom nobody else thinks of comforting."