prominent a part, and I did not think it best for thee. But to make up for this, I am going to allow thee, in addition to studying in the University, to take a course in art under the very finest master that can be procured. Does that please thee, son?”
“Father, father!” answered the boy, and his voice trembled with the intensity of his feeling, “I know naught in all this world that would please me so much!”
“And as for thee, Jacqueline,” said the doctor turning to her, “since thou hast shown thyself so proficient in the healing art,—and Dr. de Witt tells me thou didst do wonders during the plague,—I shall give thee a special course under my own tuition, in the University. Thou mayst not ever become a titled physician, that not being exactly a woman’s work, but at least thou shalt have all the understanding of one. Daughter, I trust that makes thee happy.” Jacqueline did not answer in words, but she put her arms about his neck, and laid her soft cheek
