And--O poor dear Garth! O bold,
brazen Nurse Rosemary!--he very naturally concluded she was making
love to him. Jane felt herself between Scylla and Charybdis, and she
took a very prompt and characteristic plunge.
She came across to her place on the other side of the small table
and sat down. "I believe it was the thought of him made me realise
this," she said; "but just now I and my young man have fallen out.
He does not even know I am here."
Garth unbent at once, and again that boyish heightening of colour
indicated his sense of shame at what he had imagined.
"Ah, Miss Gray," he said eagerly, "you will not think it impertinent
or intrusive on my part, but do you know I have wondered sometimes
whether there was a happy man."
Nurse Rosemary laughed. "Well, we can't call him a happy man just
now," she said, "so far as his thoughts of me are concerned. My
whole heart is his, if he could only be brought to believe it. But a
misunderstanding has grown up between us,--my fault entirely,--and
he will not allow me to put it right.
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