He
has developed a genius for blundering and getting himself and other
people into trouble, that is quite sublime. If ever a man needed
daily advice and counsel, he does, and the incalculable service
that you have rendered him in this respect leads him to come to
you again."
"Indeed, sir," said Ida, turning away with a crimson face, "I have
no further advice to give you. Mr. Eltinge will soon be back;
take him as your counsellor. I'm going to gather some flowers for
dinner."
He at once was on his crutches and in close pursuit, but she
flitted away before him till in despair he returned to the rustic
seat. Then she shyly and hesitatingly began to approach, apparently
absorbed in tying up her flowers.
"Haven't you observed that I am a cripple?" he asked.
"I have observed that you are a very nimble one."
"I think you are very cruel to treat a helpless man in this style."
"Indeed, sir, I have not taken away your crutches. When you spoke
of a helpless man, to whom did you refer?"
"I thought you once said that mercy was 'twice bless'd.'"
"That's a truism that has become a little trite. Don't you think
Mr. Eltinge will like my bouquet?"
"Here is a flower that to me is worth all that ever bloomed.
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