He is an old man now, and he has white
hair. He is twenty years older than Mrs. Cust; but he is so good!"
"How is it," almost vehemently broke forth Lionel, "that you are so
different from others?"
"I don't know. Am I different?"
"So different--so different--that--that--"
"What is the matter with me?" she asked timidly, almost humbly, the
delicate colour in her cheeks deepening to crimson.
"There is nothing the matter with you," he answered, smiling; "a good
thing if there were as little the matter with everybody else. Do you
know that I never saw any one whom I liked so much at first sight as I
like you, although you appear to me only as a child? If I call here
often I shall grow to love you almost as much as I love my sister
Decima."
"Is not this your home?"
"No. My home is at Verner's Pride."
CHAPTER XII.
DR. WEST'S HOME.
The house of Dr. West was already lighted up. Gas at its front door, gas
at its surgery door, gas inside its windows: no habitation in the place
was ever so extensively lighted as Dr. West's. The house was inclosed
with iron railings, and on its side--detached--was the surgery.
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