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"No, but you could do this for me. To-night, Dr. Sandford,

when you go round, you could indicate to me what I want to

know, and nobody else be the wiser. When we come to any case

that is serious, but with hope, take hold of your chin, so; if

any is serious without hope, just pass your hand through your

hair. You do that often."

"Not when I am going my rounds, Daisy," said the doctor,

looking amused.

"Only this time, for me," I pleaded.

"You would not sing as well."

"I should - or I might - know better how to sing."

"Or you might not be able to sing at all. Though your nerves

are good," the doctor admitted. "Women's nerves are made of a

material altogether differently selected, or tempered, from

that of masculine nerves; pure metal, of some ethereal sort."

"Are there such things as masculine nerves?" I asked.

"Do you doubt it?" said the doctor, turning a half reproachful

look upon me.

"Dr. Sandford, I do not doubt it. And so, you will, for once,

and as an extraordinary kindness, do this thing for me that I

have asked you."

"The use of it is hidden from me," said the doctor; "but to

admit my ignorance is a thing I have often done before, where

you are concerned."

"Then I will take care to be with you as soon as you come in

this evening," I said, "so as to get all you will tell me."

"If I do not forget it," said the doctor.

But I knew there was no danger of his forgetting. There was no

taking Dr. Sandford off his guard. In all matters that

concerned his professional duties, he was like steel; for

strength and truth and temper. Nothing that Dr. Sandford did

not see; nothing that he did not remember; nothing that was

too much for his skill and energies and executive faculty.

Nobody disobeyed Dr. Sandford - unless it were I, now and

then.

I walked through the rest of that day in a smothered fever.

How I had found courage to make my proposition to the doctor,

I do not know; it was the courage of desperate suspense which

could bear itself no longer. After the promise had been

obtained that I sought, my courage failed. My joints trembled

under me, as I went about the ward; my very hands trembled as

I ministered to the men. The certainty that I had coveted, I

dreaded now. Yet Mr. Thorold looked so well and seemed to

suffer so little, I could not but quarrel with myself for

folly, in being so fearful. Also I was ready to question

myself, whether I had done right in seeking more knowledge of

the future than might come to me day by day in the slow course

of events. But I had done it; and Dr. Sandford was coming in

the evening.