But all the time he talked he fidgeted in his chair, and kept looking at
the door as if anxious to escape into the fresher air.
"Do you think there is any danger?" he said to Flossie, whom he
encountered in the adjoining room.
Flossie knew he was afraid, and there was mischief in the merry Irish
lassie's heart, as she replied:
"Danger, oh, no, if she is kept quiet and carefully nursed, the doctor
says she will soon get well enough to be moved."
"Yes, I know that, of course," Neil stammered. "I mean, is there any
danger of my taking it from her--from the room--from the air, you know?
"Are you afraid of it?" Flossie asked him, very demurely, and he
replied:
"N--no; yes--I believe I am. Does that make any difference?"
"I should say it did, very decidedly," Flossie answered, with great
earnestness and evident concern. "Mr. Jerrold was not one bit afraid,
and he was in there all the time;" this, with a saucy twinkle in her
black eyes, as she saw the flush in Neil's face and guessed its cause.
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