This done, she turned to her sitter.
When she came in he had been standing before a set of prints upon the
wall, studying them critically, but from the moment of her entrance he
had been watching her, though he held a photograph in his hand with which
he might have seemed to be engaged.
"Ready?" she asked, smiling. "Or, rather, as ready as you ever will be?"
"Does my reluctance show as plainly as that? But I am quite ready now to
do your bidding."
"Sit down in that chair, please. But first--I really can't wait longer to
ask you--how is Jamie Ferguson?"
"Doing finely." His face lighted with pleasure at the thought.
"Will he have the full use of his poor little legs?"
"It is too soon to say positively. We hope quite confidently for that
result. He shows better powers of recuperation than we dared expect."
"Yesterday," said Charlotte, her hand on a certain bulb out of sight,
"Miss Mathewson told me something Jamie had said. It was the most
extraordinary thing--"
She related the incident, in which the lad had shyly praised both
Leaver and Burns as seeming to him like big brothers. She told it with
animation, her watchful eyes on her sitter's face. At a certain point,
just before the climax of the story, she gave the bulb a long, slow
pressure; then, ending, she remarked:
"Now, if you are ready, Dr.
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