"
"Nothing, nothing, Dinsmore, only you know servants will talk, and
children have ears, and eyes, too, sometimes, and I saw her
watching you to-night with a very sad expression."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mr. Dinsmore, growing very red and looking
extremely vexed; "I wouldn't have had such thoughts put into the
child's head for any money. Are you sure of it, Travilla?"
"I am sure she was watching you very closely tonight, and looking
very miserable."
"Poor darling!" murmured the father. "Thank you, Travilla,"
shaking his friend heartily by the hand. "Good-night; I shall not
be down again if you will be so good as to excuse me to the
others."
And he went up the stairs almost at a bound, and the next moment
was standing beside his sleeping child, looking anxiously down at
the little flushed cheeks and tear-swollen eyes, for, disappointed
that he did not come to bid her good-night, she had cried herself
to sleep.
"Poor darling!" he murmured again, as he stooped over her and
kissed away a tear that still trembled on her eyelash.
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