"
"How many wonderful things have you found to-day?"
"I have not thought about them — I have not found any."
Doctor Sandford bent a little over Daisy's couch, holding her
hand still, and examining her.
"What is the matter, Daisy?" said he.
Daisy fidgeted. The doctor's fine blue eyes were too close to
her and too steady to be escaped from. Daisy turned her own
eyes uneasily away, then brought them back; she could not help
it. He was waiting for her to speak.
"Dr. Sandford," she said, humbly, "won't you please excuse
me?"
"Excuse you what, Daisy?"
"From telling you what you want to know."
"Pray, why should I?"
"It is something that is quite private to myself."
If the doctor's lips remained perfectly still for some
moments, it was because they had a private inclination to
smile, in which he would not indulge them. Daisy saw nothing
but the most moveless gravity.
"Private from all but your physician, Daisy," he said at last.
"Do not you know he is an exception to general rules?"
"Is he?" said Daisy.
"Certainly. I always become acquainted with people's private
affairs."
"But I do not want that you should be acquainted with mine."
"No matter.
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