"Take my traps up to my room again, Beeves: and tell the coach-man he
won't be wanted this morning."
"Thank you, sir," said Beeves. "I don't know what we should do without
you, sir."
When Harry returned, we carried the colonel up to his own room, and Beeves
got him to bed. I said something about a nurse, but Harry said there was
no one so fit to nurse him as Adela. The poor man had never been ill
before; and I daresay he would have been very rebellious, had he not had a
great trouble at his heart to quiet him. He was as submissive as could be
desired.
I felt sure he would be better as soon as he had told Adela. I gave Harry
a hint of the matter, and he looked very much as if he would shout "Oh,
jolly!" but he did not.
Towards the evening, the colonel called his daughter to his bedside, and
said,
"Addie, darling, I have hurt you dreadfully."
"Oh, no! dear papa; you have not. And it is so easy to put it all right,
you know," she added, turning her head away a little.
"No, my child," he said in a tone full of self-reproach, "nobody can put
it right.
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