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beam of lamplight fell full upon Arthur Campbell's face, which was
stern and white, he gave me his unsteady hand, and said brusquely:
"Good-night! I will come and see you to-morrow if you will let me?"
He raised his hat, and bowing with a touch of his old grace and
gallantry, he strode away.
"Well, well Amey!" said Mr. Nyle, in a teasing voice as I turned and
confronted the family trio. "I never would have thought this of _you_!
you might have told us something about it, I'm sure--eh Bessie?"
"Oh we have no right to know her little secrets" cousin Bessie gently
answered, while she drew on one glove. "Amey is sure not to do
anything foolish, I feel certain of that. Is that the gentleman who
called to see you a little while ago, Amey?" she asked, with a very
discreet curiosity.
"Yes, Cousin Bessie, it is Dr. Campbell, he attended my father in his
last illness, you know, I told you about him," I explained very
earnestly.
"Oh yes, dear I remember! he seems to be a very nice person: I hope he
will come again to see you before he goes."
"He asked leave to come to-morrow!" I answered "I suppose you don't
mind?"
"Not in the least, child, why should I?" she put in, somewhat
playfully. "Come Robert! come Louis!" she added, as she descended the
steps leading to the gate. "We are not over early. I hope you won't be
lonesome, Amey," she said, turning back, with one hand on the open
gate.
"Not she," Mr. Nyle broke in, with mischief in his tone, "she'll keep
herself busy with such pleasant thoughts that she will never miss
us--go on.
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