However, as the days
passed, and the doctor learned the real truth of the matter, he began to
look at Dexie with less disfavor; but the inquisitive manner with which he
now regarded her was not less objectionable.
"You will marry him yet," the doctor said one night as he watched his
patient through his wildest hours.
Dexie, who was sitting near the window, turned in surprise at the
unlooked-for remark.
"Yes, my word for it, Miss Sherwood, you will marry him yet, after all the
fuss you have made over your refusal."
"Never!" The reply was low, but intense. "I know my own mind, I guess! I
would not stay in the same room with him, though he is unconscious of my
presence, only Mrs. Gurney imagines he is less restless when I am near, and
she is anxious about his recovery."
"Oh! you need not tell _me_! I have heard of such cases before now. I have
seen your eyes full of pity as you have watched beside him with Mrs.
Gurney."
"Perhaps so; but not with the 'pity that is akin to love,' by any means,"
and as Mrs. Gurney returned to the room, she bowed a stiff good-night to
the doctor and went home.
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