Miles expects me.
He warned me the last thing before I left, that he was only lending me to
you for this particular case. You know how he says those things."
"Yes," said the man grimly, "I know Miles. It is one of the secrets of
his success, that he will be satisfied with nothing but the best. He
warned me, too."
He watched her keenly. "It would be just like Miles," he thought, "to
tell the young woman of the particular nature of the warning." But Miss
Farwell betrayed no embarrassing knowledge, and the doctor said, "You
did not promise to return to Chicago did you?"
She answered slowly, "No, but he expects me, and I had no thought of
staying, only for this case."
"Well won't you think of it seriously? There are many nurses in Chicago.
I don't mean many like you--" interrupting himself hastily--"but here
there is no one at all," and in his low-spoken words there was a note of
interest more than professional.
She lifted her face frankly and let him look deep into her eyes as she
answered--"I appreciate your, argument, Dr. Abbott, and--I will think
about it."
He turned his eyes away, and his tone was quite professional as he said
heartily, "Thank you, Miss Farwell. I shall not give up hoping that we
may keep you. Good night!"
"Isn't he a dear, good man?" exclaimed the invalid, as the nurse
re-entered the sick room.
"Yes," she answered, "he is a good man, one of the best I think, that I
have ever known."
The patient continued eagerly, "He told me the ladies could come here
for their Aid Society meeting next week, if you would stay to take care
of me.
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