I hope you are satisfied with the nurse I sent up.
Yours very faithfully,
Deryck Brand.
From Dr. Robert Mackenzie to Sir Deryck Brand.
Dear Sir Deryck: Every possible need of the patient's is being met
by the capable lady you sent to be his nurse. I am no longer needed.
Nor are you--for the patient. But I deem it exceedingly advisable
that you should shortly pay a visit to the nurse, who is losing more
flesh than a lady of her proportions can well afford.
Some secret care, besides the natural anxiety of having the
responsibility of this case, is wearing her out. She may confide in
you. She cannot quite bring herself to trust in
Your humble servant,
Robert Mackenzie.
CHAPTER XXI
HARD ON THE SECRETARY
Nurse Rosemary sat with her patient in the sunny library at
Gleneesh. A small table was between them, upon which lay a pile of
letters--his morning mail--ready for her to open, read to him, and
pass across, should there chance to be one among them he wished to
touch or to keep in his pocket.
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