Selden she secretly liked the better.
The curiosity of Mrs. Buttle, who was the nurse, had been awakened by a
singular feature of her patient's feverish wanderings.
"He keeps muttering, miss, things I can't make out about Lord Mount
Dunstan, and Mr. Penzance, and some child he calls Little Willie. He
talks to them the same as if he knew them--same as if he was with them
and they were talking to him quite friendly."
One morning Betty, coming to make her visit of inquiry found the patient
looking thoughtful, and when she commented upon his air of pondering,
his reply cast light upon the mystery.
"Well, Miss Vanderpoel," he explained, "I was lying here thinking of
Lord Mount Dunstan and Mr. Penzance, and how well they treated me--I
haven't told you about that, have I?
"That explains what Mrs. Buttle said," she answered. "When you were
delirious you talked frequently to Lord Mount Dunstan and Mr. Penzance.
We both wondered why."
Then he told her the whole story. Beginning with his sitting on the
grassy bank outside the park, listening to the song of the robin,
he ended with the adieux at the entrance gates when the sound of her
horse's trotting hoofs had been heard by each of them.
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