I could plainly see that he was passionately fond of his daughter.
It ended by telling her he expected to be in England again in some months. It also contained a postscript, running—"Have you come across a Dr. Morton, I hear there is one in Kent?"
I sat down on the bank and was soon lost in thought; suddenly an idea struck me: "What greater revenge could I have than to rob this man of his only child ?"
I returned home.
After breakfast I proceeded to visit my patient. On my arrival I was warmly greeted by Mrs, Mavis and shown into the drawing-room, where Edith was lying on the sofa.
She seemed pleased to see me, and blushed very much whilst thanking me for my exertions on her behalf, little knowing how much pleasure my services had given me.
Her ankle was very much swollen, and to my satisfaction I saw in it means of visiting her for some time.
During our conversion Edith remarked:—
"I think papa must have known your father, Dr. Morton, for in his last letter he asks me if I had met you." "It is very probable," I replied. "I have an indistinct recollection of his occasionally visiting us when we were at Peckham."