"Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you;"-- who else at Melbourne considered that for one moment?
However, Mr.Randolph had a fresh talk with his wife; the end of which was that he gave Daisy leave to do what she liked in the matter of Molly Skelton; and was rewarded on the spot by seeing the pink tinge which instantly started into the pale cheeks.
No lack of energy had Daisy for the rest of that day.

She went off first to see what was the condition of her rose-bush; pretty fair; lying by the heels seemed to agree with it quite well.

Then the pony chaise was ordered and a watering pot of water again; much to the boy's disgust who was to carry it; and Daisy took her dinner with quiet satisfaction.

So soon as the afternoon had become pleasantly cool, Daisy's driving gloves and hat went on, the chaise was summoned, and rose-bush and all she set forth on her expedition.

Mr.Randolph watched her off, acknowledging that certainly for the present the doctor was right; whether in the future Mrs.Randolph would prove to have been right also, he was disagreeably uncertain.