The door was slammed
behind him, and Mr. Rigby remarked with animation: "Very properly done,
Miss Hill, a very timely rebuke of unpardonable American insolence!"
When evening came, the Squire and Mrs. Carmichael mastered courage, and
took Coristine's pale-faced nurse away from him with gentle force, the
mother taking the daughter's place for a time. After this, Miss
Carmichael was allowed no night duty, Wilkinson and the Squire, the
clergymen, Mr. Terry, and Mr. Douglas attending to it in turns, while
all the ladies, in the same way, relieved her during part of each day.
Very slowly, but silently and patiently, the invalid regained his lost
strength. He was grateful, sometimes with a few words of thanks, but
oftener mutely, with a deprecating look, to all who ministered to his
comfort. One day Marjorie was allowed in, and, among other wise remarks,
informed her Eugene that "cousin Marjorie wasn't you know what any
more." "My little love," he answered, "she's an angel, and always was";
Marjorie was not at all sure of this, but did not like to cross a sick
man. During his progress towards health, there were walks and drives,
picnics to Tillycot and the Beaver River, expeditions to town, fishing
expeditions with Mr.
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