Little Eyebright and her pund o' careGiberne, Agnes
Religion
Little Eyebright and her pund o' care
Giberne, Agnes
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Domestic fiction; Friendship -- Juvenile fiction; Money -- Juvenile fiction
He could quite well afford to marry. If he chose to fall in love with
the penniless daughter of the Manager of a country Branch Bank, there
was no reason whatever why he should not ask her to be his wife. He
was not entirely dependent upon his profession, and he had no near
relatives dependent upon him. This was Howard's view of the matter.
And he watched the doctor's growing absorption in Euphrasia Mackenzie
with amused interest, saying nothing to anybody. Had he suggested
such a notion to his mother, she would doubtless have exerted all her
faculties to put a spoke in the wheel.
The dullest period of Euphrasia's imprisonment was now over. Long hours
of enforced thought had been good for her, as many things are good for
us, not at the time enjoyable; and all her life she would be the better
in character for that trying experience. Now, however, she was kept
well supplied with books, and she was able to enjoy them. The knee had
steadily improved, although she was still forbidden to walk more than a
few steps, and the doctor had thus far declined to hear any mention of
a journey. Euphrasia saw signs of growing impatience in her "friend,"
and even Mrs. Johnston's politeness failed to conceal entirely a
measure of the same.
One budget of letters had arrived from home, nearly a week old when
despatched, as notified by an outside inscription; and further letters
failed again to come. But at least she knew that nothing was seriously
wrong with her father.
The services of a certain fine gentleman belowstairs were not required
for the wheeling of Euphrasia's couch from room to room, since the
doctor himself always undertook that office during his morning visit.
And in the afternoon, earlier or later, Howard was unusually to the
fore.
Euphrasia was not permitted to protest. It was "only a pleasure" with
them both.
Were these daily visits from the doctor an absolute necessity?
Euphrasia had her doubts on that score. He looked at the knee every
day, and asked questions, but little could be done beyond ordering
continued rest. He almost invariably stayed for a chat, sometimes as
long as twenty minutes or half-an-hour; and Euphrasia would have felt
very dull without these cheery visits. She had learnt quite to look
forward to them through the twenty-four hours. If only they would not
all have to be paid for! There was the rub. Euphrasia's heart sometimes
went down to a low level, at the thought of the future "bill" in
connection with the state of home finances.
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