"And say how anxious I have been, and how much I have suffered, and how I long to see her—you will not refuse to do this, mother?"
"No," said the old lady, "I will tell her that," and, pressing her son's hand affectionately, she hastened from the room.
Mr. Losberne and Oliver had remained at another end of the apartment while this hurried conversation was proceeding. The former now held out his hand to Harry Maylie, and hearty salutations were exchanged between them. The doctor then communicated, in reply to multifarious questions from his young friend, a precise account of his patient's situation, which was quite as consolatory and full of promise as Oliver's statement had encouraged him to hope, and to the whole of which Mr. Giles, who affected to be busy about the luggage, listened with greedy ears.
"Have you shot any thing particular lately, Giles?" inquired the doctor, when he had concluded.
"Nothing particular, sir," replied Mr. Giles, colouring up to the eyes.
