As for Sarah Wilson, she went to bed discontented and wondering at her own bad judgment.

She saw too late that if she had held her tongue Seaton would have been her patient and her prisoner; and as for Miss Rolleston, when it came to the point, why, she would never have nursed him except by proxy, and the proxy would have been Sarah Wilson.
However, the blunder blind passion had led her into was partially repaired by Miss Rolleston herself.

When she heard, next day, where Seaton was gone, she lifted up her hands in amazement.

"What _could_ papa be thinking of to send our benefactor to a hospital ?" And, after meditating awhile, she directed Wilson to cut a nosegay and carry it to Seaton.

"He is a gardener;" said she innocently.