Dr. Medlicott says he never saw anything like the feeling
at the hospital, or does not know what the nurses don't mean to get
up by way of welcome."
"My dear Babie, you must let Jock write his letters," interposed her
mother, who had tears in her eyes and saw him struggling with
emotion. "In spite of your magnificent demonstrations, Jock, you
must repair your charms by lying down."
She followed him into his room, which opened from the sitting-room,
and he turned to her, speaking from a full heart. "Oh, mother! It
seems all given to me, the old home, the very post I wished for, and
all this kindness, just when I thought I had taken leave of it
all." He sobbed once or twice for very joy.
"You are sure it suits you?"
"If I only can suit it equally well! Oh, I see what you mean. That
is over now. I suppose the fever burnt it out of me, for it does not
hurt me now to see the dear old Monk beaming on her. I am glad she
came, for I can feel sure of myself now. So there's nothing at
present to come between me and my Mother Carey. Thanks, mother, I'll
just fire off my two notes; and establish myself luxuriously before
Cecil comes back! I say, this is the best inn's best room. Poor
Mrs. Evelyn must have thought herself providing for Fordham.
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