I have with me one who most perfectly and patiently
is helping--Ah, wait!" cried Garth suddenly. "I will not say that.
She might think--she might misunderstand. Had you begun to write it?
No? What was the last word? 'Matter?' Ah yes. That is right. Full
stop after 'matter.' Now let me think."
Garth dropped his face into his hands, and sat for a long time
absorbed in thought.
Nurse Rosemary waited. Her right hand held the pen poised over the
paper. Her left was pressed against her breast. Her eyes rested on
that dark bowed head, with a look of unutterable yearning and of
passionate tenderness. At last Garth lifted his face. "Yours very
sincerely, Garth Dalmain;" he said. And, silently, Nurse Rosemary
wrote it.
CHAPTER XXII
DR. ROB TO THE RESCUE
Into the somewhat oppressive silence which followed the addressing
and closing of the envelope, broke the cheery voice of Dr. Rob.
"Which is the patient to-day? The lady or the gentleman? Ah,
neither, I see. Both flaunt the bloom of perfect health and make the
doctor shy.
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