"Oh, I reckon she will," replied Dr. Morgan, with a smile that disconcerted von Rittenheim and drove him to a new topic. "You will for-rgive me if I do talk some business with you," he said, hastily. "Do you feel well enough?" "Oh, yes. I shall feel much better when I have cleared my mind of all these things. I want to say to you that I do much appr-reciate, also, besides your kindness, all the money that you have paid, and--no, let me talk, please, Herr Doctor--and I must tell you that I shall write to-day to Germany for a r-remittance. There is a sum which I can have. Yes, I see you look, wondering that I have lived so poor. Well, I explain to you that I have sworn that I would not use it for myself--I have another use for it--so long as I am well and can earn enough for living; but now I am not well, and I have expenses in the past weeks, and I must live until I grow str-rong to work in some way; so am I justified to myself to send for the money, you see." "Fix it any way you like," said the Doctor, cheerily, "only remember that if it ain't convenient to pay up _ever_,--why, just banish it from your mind, and Ah'll never think of it again, Ah promise you. Now, is that all?" he asked, as he leaned towards his patient and put a practised finger on his pulse. "Yes? Then Ah'd like to know where that Sydney is with that egg-nog. Here, you Sydney," he cried, putting his head into the house and letting his cracked voice echo into the darkness. "What kind of a nurse are you? How do you expect to rise in the profession, miss, if you don't have an egg-nog ready the instant yo' patient happens to think of it? Oh, here you are! Well, sit down here, then, and see that the Baron takes every drop of that, and don't tire him out with yo' chatter. Do you understand?" After which burst he kissed her, and disappeared into the house. Sydney turned blushing to the Baron, and laughed at his wistful look. "Age has its compensations," he said, as he took the tumbler from her. "But I do not begrudge the good Doctor all the happiness that comes to him. He is a most generous man." "He's a darling!" "A darling? Ah, yes. I should not have used that word for _him_, but I agree with the sentiment." "You are critical this morning. Don't you ever allow yourself any liberty of speech in German? Do you always say exactly what you mean, and use exactly the right word?" "Oh, Miss Sydney, you describe to me a pig--no, a pr-rig person. Surely I use many picture words in my thinking of--well, just to illustrate what I mean, I will say, in my thinking of _you_!" Sydney moved her position so that her face was partly hidden behind the back of the Baron's wheeled chair.