If she had had the use of her eyes, my conscience would have been easy enough--but I shrank from deceiving my dear blind girl, even in the slightest things.
So, with Lucilla's knowledge and approval, I went to Oscar alone.
I found him fretful and anxious--ready to flame out into one of his sudden passions, on the smallest provocation.

Not the slightest reflection of Lucilla's recovered cheerfulness appeared in Lucilla's lover.
"Has she said anything to you about the new doctor ?" were the first words he addressed to me.
"She has told me that she feels the greatest faith in him," I answered.
"She firmly believes that he speaks the truth in saying he can cure you." "Did she show any curiosity to know _how_ he is curing me ?" "Not the slightest curiosity that I could see.

It is enough for her that you _are_ to be cured.

The rest she leaves to the doctor." My last answer appeared to relieve him.

He sighed, and leaned back in his chair.