Now,
can you refuse?"
"No, no," Nina said, in a low voice; "you will do with me what you like.
It is no matter--what it is to me. Do with me as you please." And then
again she turned her large, dark eyes upon him, as if to make sure he
was not deceiving her. "Did you say that--that he remembered me--that he
had asked for me?"
"Remember you! If you only could have heard the piteous way he has
talked of you--always and always--and of your going away. I have such a
lot I could tell you! He had those loving-cups filled one night--there
was some fancy in his head he could call you back--"
She was sobbing a little; but she bravely dried her tears, and said,
"Tell me what I am to do."
But that was precisely what he did not know himself--for a moment. He
considered.
"Come up-stairs," he said. "His family are there. I will tell him a
visitor has called to see him. He often thinks you are there, but that
you won't speak to him. Well, you will just say a few words, to convince
him, and as quietly as you can, and come out again. Perhaps he will take
it all as a matter of course; and that will be well; and I will tell him
you will come again, after he has had some sleep.
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