The Dean supposed it was the nursery, and
began to ask after the boy. But before he could frame his question she
was gone, flying over the grass with a foot that scarcely seemed to
touch it.
"Poor child, poor child!" murmured the Dean, in a most genuine distress.
But it was not the boy he was thinking of.
Presently, however, he was overtaken by Miss French, of whom he inquired
how the baby was.
Margaret hesitated. "He seems to lose strength," she said, sadly. "The
doctor declares there is no danger, unless--"
"Unless what?"
"Oh! but it's so unlikely!" was her hasty reply. "Don't let's think of
it."
* * * * *
Kitty was just giving a last look at herself in the large mirror which
lined half one of the sides of her room when Ashe invaded her. She
glanced at him askance a little, and when the maid had gone Kitty
hurriedly gathered up gloves and fan and prepared to follow her.
"Kitty--one word!"
He caught her in his arm, and held her while he looked down upon her
sparkling dress and half-reluctant face. "Kitty, do be nice to that old
fellow to-night! It's only for two nights.
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