"I or my brother," was the calm response, "Would you expect us to leave
her alone with a stranger?"
The doctor made no answer, and the young man, taking a step sidewise,
threw me a glance full of anxiety and trouble.
"I don't like it," he murmured; "but there must be a woman of some kind
in the room, and a stranger----"
He did not finish his words, but it seemed as if he were going to say:
"And a stranger may, after all, be preferable to a neighbor." But I
cannot be sure of this, for he was not a man easy to sound. But what I
do know is that he stepped forward, to me with an easy grace, and
giving me a welcome as courteous as if I had been the one of all others
he desired to see, led me up the stairs to a room which he announced to
be mine, saying, as he left me at the door:
"Come out in five minutes, and my brother will introduce you to your
duties."
So far I had seen no woman in the house, and I was beginning to wonder
if Mrs. Pollard had preferred to surround herself with males, when the
door was suddenly opened and a rosy-cheeked girl stepped in.
"Ah, excuse me," she said, with a stare; "I thought it was the nurse as
was here."
"And it is the nurse," I returned, smiling in spite of myself at her
look of indignant surprise. "Do you want any thing of me?" I hastened
to ask, for her eyes were like saucers and her head was tossing airily.
"No," she said, almost with spite. "I came to see if you wanted any
thing?"
I shook my head with what good nature I could, for I did not wish to
make an enemy in this house, even of a chambermaid.
"And you are really the nurse?" she asked, coming nearer and looking at
me in the full glare of the gas.
"Yes," I assured her, "really and truly the nurse."
"Well, I don't understand it!" she cried. "I was always Mrs. Pollard's
favorite maid, and I was with her when she was took, and would be with
her now, but they won't let me set a foot inside the door. And when I
asked why they keep me out, who was always attentive and good to her,
they say I am too young. And here you be younger than I, and a stranger
too. I don't like it," she cried, tossing her head again and again. "I
haven't deserved it, and I think it is mighty mean."
I saw the girl was really hurt, so I hastened to explain that I was not
the nurse they expected, and was succeeding, I think, in mollifying
her, when a step was heard in the hall, and she gave a frightened
start, and hurried towards the door.
"So you are sure you don't want anything?" she cried, and was out of my
sight before I could answer.
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