Dangerous moments, Miss Lucy! Unless your heart is cased in adamant, you can scarcely be with that attractive man--ten times more attractive now, in his sickness--and not get your wings singed.
Jan came in one day when Lionel was sitting on the sofa, having propped the cushion up at the back of his head.

Decima was winding some silk, and Lucy was holding the skein for her.

Lucy wore a summer dress of white muslin, a blue sprig raised upon it in tambour-stitch, with blue and white ribbons at its waist and neck.

Very pretty, very simple it looked, but wonderfully according with Lucy Tempest.

Jan looked round, saw a tolerably strong table, and took up his seat upon it.
"How d'ye get on, Lionel ?" asked he.
It was Dr.West who attended Lionel, and Jan was chary of interfering with the doctor's proper patients--or, rather, the doctor was chary of his doing so--therefore Jan's visits were entirely unprofessional.
"I don't get on at all--as it seems to me," replied Lionel.