I think she is quite alone."
There was silence again. That is, between the doctor and me.
Mrs. Sandford and her officers kept up a great run of talk
hard by.
"Now, Daisy," said the doctor, "you have studied the matter,
and I do not doubt have formed a philosophy of your own by
this time. Pray make me the wiser."
"I have no philosophy of my own, Dr. Sandford."
"Your own thus far, that nobody shares it with you."
"Is that your notion of me," I said, laughing.
"A very good notion. Nothing is worse than commonplace people.
Indulge me, Daisy."
So I thought I had better.
"Dr. Sandford, — if you will indulge me. What is _your_ notion
of dignity ?"
He passed his hand over his hair, with a comical face. It was
a very fine face, as I knew long ago; even a noble face. A
steady, clear blue eye like his, gives one a sure impression
of power in the character, and of sweetness too. I was glad he
had asked me the question, but I waited for him to answer mine
first.
"My notion of dignity!" he exclaimed.
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