David, sitting up in bed, saw then that down the road was approaching very swiftly a handsome span of black horses and an open carriage which he had come to recognize as belonging to Miss Holbrook.
He watched it eagerly now till he saw the horses turn in at the Holly driveway.

Then he gave a low cry of delight.
"It's my Lady of the Roses! She's coming to see me.

Look! Oh, I'm so glad! Now you'll see her, and just KNOW how lovely she is.

Why, Mr.
Jack, you aren't going NOW!" he broke off in manifest disappointment, as Mr.Jack leaped to his feet.
"I think I'll have to, if you don't mind, David," returned the man, an oddly nervous haste in his manner.

"And YOU won't mind, now that you'll have Miss Holbrook.