Also, you must not think too much about me." She tried to look businesslike, but she could scarce resist rocking her arms with delight when she heard herself saying such things to him.

It was as if she had the old doctor once more in her hands.
"What more, Grizel?
I like you to order me about." "Only this.

Good afternoon." "But I am to walk home with you," he entreated.
"No," she said decisively; but she smiled: once upon a time it had been she who asked for this.
"If you are good," she said, "you shall perhaps see me to-morrow." "Perhaps only ?" He was scared; but she smiled happily again: it had once been she who had to beg that there should be no perhaps.
"If you are good," she replied,--"and you are not good when you have such a long face.

Smile, you silly boy; smile when I order you.

If you don't I shall not so much as look out at my window to-morrow." He was the man who had caused her so much agony, and she was looking at him with the eternally forgiving smile of the mother.