They went in to dinner just then and the conversation stopped.
But though not talked to, Daisy was looked after; and when she
had forgotten all about dinner, and was thinking mournfully of
what was going on at home, a slice of roast beef or a nice
peach would come on her plate with a word from the doctor —
"You are to eat that, Daisy" — and though he said no more,
somehow Daisy always chose to obey him. At last they went into
the drawing-room again, and were drinking coffee. Daisy was
somewhat comforted; she thought Dr. Sandford did not act as if
there were anything very dreadful the matter at home.
"Daisy," said the doctor, "you have done work for me to-day —
would you object to be paid?"
Daisy looked up smiling; it dependied on what the pay might
be, she thought; but she said nothing.
"Would it be violently against your principles?"
"I do not want pay, Dr. Sandford."
"Not if I were to offer to give you a sight of those little
baskets on the frond of the Marchantia?"
Daisy's face all changed; but she said in the quietest manner,
"Can you do that, Dr. Sandford?"
"Come with me."
He held out his hand, which Daisy willingly took, and they
went upstairs together.
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