"Why does Captain Maynard stare at me so?" she asked herself, "when
I don't care a thistle for him and never will. Why should I care?
Why should he care? Does he think I'm silly and shallow enough to be
amused by this kind of thing when that brave old colonel is dying
across the hall?"
It was a relief to her to escape from him and Whately and to visit
even poor Waldo, dying also, as she believed. "Dr. Ackley," she
said, "you may trust me to give him his food now every two hours. I
won't break down again."
"You did not break down, Miss Baron. All my nurses have their hours
off. Why shouldn't you? I reckon," he added, smiling, "you'll have
to obey my orders like the rest. I will go with you again on this
visit."
To her the youth seemed ghastlier than ever, but the expression of
gladness in his eyes was unchanged.
"Miss Baron feels very remorseful that she has not been to see you
before," said Dr. Ackley, "but her labors yesterday were so many and
varied that she had to rest. She will do better by you to-day.
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