When the doctor
came he praised her very much for her prompt remedies; he said they had
probably saved the boy's life, as the attack was a severe one. Nurse
cried when he said that, and owned it was not she who had thought of
everything, but Miss Fenton. I tell you this," I continued, "that you
may understand that I am reliable. I was only nineteen then, and now I
am two and twenty."
She looked at me again in a gentle, scrutinising way; I could feel that
I was making way in her good opinion. Her curiosity was piqued; her
interest strongly excited. She made no attempt to check me as I launched
out into further defence of my theory, but she only smiled and said,
"Very true, I agree with you there," as I spoke of the advantage of
having an educated person to superintend the nursery. Indeed, I found
myself retailing all my pet arguments in a perfectly fearless way, until
I looked up and saw there were tears in her beautiful brown eyes.
"How well you talk," she said, with a sort of sigh. "You have thought it
all out, I can see. I wonder what my husband would say. He is a member
of Parliament, you know, and we are very busy people, and society has
such claims on us that I cannot be much with my children.
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