"Zoe," he said, "can't you go to Miss Deane ?" "What for ?" she asked, without turning her head to look at him.
"To show your kind feeling." "I'm not sure that I have any." "Zoe! I am shocked! She is in great pain." "She has plenty of helpers about her,--Christine, Aunt Dicey, and a servant-maid or two,--who will do all they can to relieve her.

If I could do any thing more, I would; but I can't, and should only be in the way.

You forget what a mere child you have always considered me, and that I have had no experience in nursing." "It isn't nursing, I am asking you to give her, but a little kindly sympathy." A carriage was coming swiftly up the avenue.
"There's the doctor," said Zoe.

"You'd better consult with him about his patient; and, if he thinks my presence in her room will hasten her recovery, she shall have all I can give her of it, that we may get her out of the house as soon as possible." "Zoe! I had no idea you could be so heartless," he said, with much displeasure, as he turned and left the room.
Zoe remained where she was, shedding some tears of mingled anger and grief, then hastily endeavoring to remove their traces; for Arthur would be sure to step into the parlor, to see her before leaving, if it were but for a moment.
She had barely recovered her composure when he came in, having found his patient not in need of a lengthened visit.
His face was bright, his tone cheery and kind, as he bade her good-morning, and asked after her health.
"I'm very well, thank you," she said, giving him her hand.

"Is Miss Deane's accident a very bad one ?" "It is a severe sprain," he said: "she will not be able to bear her weight upon that ankle for six weeks." Then seeing Zoe's look of dismay, shrewdly guessing at the cause, he hastened to add, "But she might be sent home in an ambulance a few days hence, without the least injury." Zoe looked greatly relieved, Edward scarcely less so.
"I can't understand how she came to fall," remarked Arthur reflectively.
"Nor I," said Zoe.