Do you wish that?"
"I have not considered it. What do you suppose Daisy will do
to harm herself at this place Dr. Sandford speaks of?"
"Some absurdity, that just cherishes the temper she is in."
"Quite as likely" — to wear it out, Mr. Randolph was going to
say; but some remembrance of Daisy came up and stopped him.
"Good evening!" said the doctor, rising to his feet.
"Are you going, Dr. Sandford?"
"Yes."
"Then you recommend that we let Daisy go to this place, and
alone?"
"In my capacity of physician I _should_ order it," said the
doctor, with a smile; "only, I do not like to give orders and
have them dishonoured."
Off he went.
"Felicia," said Mr. Randolph, "I believe he is right."
"I am sure he knows nothing about it," said the lady.
"Do you? Daisy is very delicate."
"She will never die of want of resolution."
"Felicia, I mean to enquire into Daisy's wishes and purposes
about this matter; and if I find them unobjectionable, I shall
give her leave to go on with it."
"You do not know what you are about, Mr. Randolph."
"I shall find out, then," said the gentleman. "I would rather
she would be a _religieuse_ than a shadow."
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