"I can get back to my chair much more quickly, Mr. Richardson, if you
will help me," she said, with an arch look, as she arose from her seat
by the window; and Wallace, with another thrill of delight, gave her his
well arm and assisted her to cross the room, a feat which she
accomplished much more easily than before.
When he had seated her comfortably, she gave him a roughish glance, and
remarked, playfully:
"I suppose it is polite for people to return calls, isn't it, Mr.
Richardson?"
He laughed out heartily, and thought her the most bewitching little
piece of humanity he had ever seen.
"I suppose it is," he answered; then growing grave, he added, "but I
understand that your sister does not think it advisable for you to have
visitors."
"Nonsense!" began Violet, impatiently, then espying the nurse just
mounting the steps, she continued, "but there is Mrs. Dean. I will
discuss the calling question with you some other time. Good-by."
Wallace took the hint implied in this farewell, returned to the
sitting-room, where he was apparently deeply absorbed in the contents of
his paper when the refreshed and smiling nurse entered.
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