As he came to a turn in the path he found Ethel reclining on a rustic seat and looking out over the blue waters of the lake.
“I am not a highwayman,” said Ethel, jestingly, “but nevertheless I mean to waylay you.”
“Indeed!” said Jack, inquiringly.
“Yes, I wanted to ask you about dear mamma. You do not think she is dangerously ill, do you?”
“By no means,” replied Doctor Redfield, reassuringly, “her indisposition is rapidly giving way to my treatment, and I think that within a week she will have quite recovered.”
“Oh, thank you, doctor, I have been so worried about her.”
“With the assurance that I have given, you may cease worrying entirely,” said Jack as he turned to leave her.
“Why are you in such haste to go?” asked Ethel, coquettishly.
“I am not particularly in haste,” replied Jack, “but perhaps I interrupt your reverie.”
“Yes, but I want to be interrupted,” returned Ethel, laughingly.