"I always told Missis Marie that it would do you a lot of
good to have Mr. Gordon to heart you up with his cheery ways--and
Miss Gordon too, sir."
"Yes, but they would not have been much good without all your care
before they came. I had turned the corner a week ago--I felt it
myself."
Joseph grinned--an honest, open grin of self-satisfaction. He was
not one of those persons who like their praise bestowed with
subtlety.
"Wonderful!" he repeated to himself as he went to the well in the
garden for his master's bath-water. "Wonderful! but I don't
understand things--not bein' a marryin' man."
During the last few days Jack's progress had been rapid enough even
to satisfy Joseph. The doctor expressed himself fully reassured,
and even spoke of returning no more. But he repeated his wish that
Jack should leave for England without delay.
"He is quite strong enough to be moved now," he finished by saying.
"There is no reason for further delay."
"No," answered Jocelyn, to whom the order was spoken. "No--none.
We will see that he goes by the next boat."
The doctor paused. He was a young man who took a strong--perhaps
too strong--a personal interest in his patients. Jocelyn had walked
with him as far as the gate, with only a parasol to protect her from
the evening sun.
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