The things we do!

She did not quite give up her
point even now, however.
"I need not go upstairs," she said, with trembling lips and
tears in her eyes. "I may go into my own room, may I not?"
"Your room? Which is that?" asked Graham.
"This one--next to papa," she said, pointing to the door that
led into the passage.
"Yes, you can stay there if you like; but don't you think you
would be better with Madame Lavaux, than all by yourself in
there?"
"No, I would rather stay here," she answered, and then pausing
a moment at the door, "I may come and see him presently?" she
added wistfully, "I always nursed him when he was ill before."
"I am sure you are a very good little nurse," said Graham
kindly, "and I will tell you when you may come; but it will
not be just yet. So the best thing you can do will be to go to
bed, and then you will be quite ready for to-morrow."
He had no time to say more, for his services were required. He
gave Madelon a candle, closed the door that communicated
between the two rooms, and she was left alone.

CHAPTER II.
A Farewell Letter.


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