Robin laughingly reassured Tony
upon the latter point, but at the same time he agreed that the young man's
return to Lorne might be advisable, since it was obvious Sir Philip was
feeling his loneliness considerably more than the proud old autocrat was
willing to confess.
So Tony had tiptoed up to Ann's room, when she had roused herself
sufficiently to wish him good-bye and bestow upon him a parting injunction
"to be good." After which she dropped back once more into the lethargy of
weakness, painfully conscious of the fact that relief was only to be found
in lying torpidly still and silent.
But all things come to an end in time--though the disagreeable ones seem to
take much longer over it than the nice ones--and at the end of a few days
Ann was able to sit up in bed without groaning and take an intelligent
interest in the fact that her room was lavishly adorned with roses.
"Where did all the flowers come from?" she demanded of Maria.
"Why, 'tis Mr. Forrester what sends they, miss," came the answer, uttered
with much satisfaction. Brett had a "way" with him against which even
downright Maria Coombe was not proof. "He've a-called here to inquire every
day since you was took bad.
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