“Can you remember another dream?”
“No, sir; I can’t remember any more.”
“You may be thankful, Mrs. Dainty,” said Dr. Edmonson, “that circumstances so soon showed the character of this woman. The harm she might have done your children is inconceivable.”
“I think you put too serious a face upon the matter, doctor,” replied Mrs. Dainty.
“Time, I fear, will tell you a different story,” said the doctor, as he arose to depart. “For the present let me enjoin upon you to keep this child as free as possible from all disturbing causes.”
Mrs. Dainty made no answer, and the doctor, bowing almost formally, bade her good-morning.
CHAPTER XIV.
PAINFUL CONSEQUENCES.
“Madeline.”
Mrs. Dainty looked up, a slight expression of annoyance coming into her face: Uncle John stood before her.
“Well? What is it?” She did not speak with an air of encouragement; nor did she by look or motion give the old gentleman an invitation to sit down. He had entered the library, where she was reading.