? ? ? ? 'Oh, I shall soon do that! I am so much better, you don't know!'
? ? ? ? It is evening; and I sit in the same chair, by the same bed, with the same face turned towards me. We have been silent, and there is a smile upon her face. I have ceased to carry my light burden up and down stairs now. She lies here all the day.
? ? ? ? 'Doady!'
? ? ? ? 'My dear Dora!'
? ? ? ? 'You won't think what I am going to say, unreasonable, after what you told me, such a little while ago, of Mr. Wickfield's not being well? I want to see Agnes. Very much I want to see her.'
? ? ? ? 'I will write to her, my dear.'
? ? ? ? 'Will you?'
? ? ? ? 'Directly.'
? ? ? ? 'What a good, kind boy! Doady, take me on your arm. Indeed, my dear, it's not a whim. It's not a foolish fancy. I want, very much indeed, to see her!'
? ? ? ? 'I am certain of it. I have only to tell her so, and she is sure to come.'
? ? ? ? 'You are very lonely when you go downstairs, now?' Dora whispers, with her arm about my neck.
? ? ? ? 'How can I be otherwise, my own love, when I see your empty chair?'
? ? ? ? 'My empty chair!' She clings to me for a little while, in silence.
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