y it is only
camomile-tea, and it shows that the poor boy has not lost his place in
dear old Millett's heart."

Helen kissed her father, and stopped at her own door feeling half-amused
and half-tearful as she saw the old man go on tiptoe to Dexter's room,
where, with the light of the candle shining on his silver hair and
beard, he tapped gently with his knuckles.

"Asleep, Dexter?"

There was a faint "No, sir!" from within.

"Make haste and go to sleep," said the doctor. "Good-night, my boy.
God bless you!"

Helen saw him smile as he turned away from the door, and it may have
been fancy, but she thought she saw a glistening as of moisture in one
corner of his eye.

"Poor Dexter!" she said softly, as she entered her room, while the boy,
as he lay there in the cool, soft sheets, utterly wearied out, but
restless and feverish with excitement, felt the doctor's last words
send, as it were, a calm, soothing, restful sensation through his brain,
and five minutes later he was sleeping soundly, and dreaming that some
one bent over him, and said, "Good-night. God bless you!" once again.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

BOB DIMSTED'S MEDICINE.

It was some time before Dexter could summon up courage to go down to the
breakfast-room. That he was expected, he knew, for Mrs Millett had
been to his door twice, and said first that breakfast was ready, and,
secondly, that master was waiting.

When he did go in, he could hardly believe that he had been away, for
there was a kiss from Helen, and a frank "Good morning," and shake of
the hand from the doctor, not the slightest allusion being made to the
past till breakfast was nearly over, when Maria brought in a note.

"Hah! From Limpney," said the doctor. "I sent Peter on to say that
Dexter was back, and that I should like the lessons to be resumed this
morning."

Dexter's eyes lit up. The idea of being busy over lessons once more
seemed delightful.

"Confound his impudence!" said the doctor angrily, as he ran through the
note. "Hark here, Helen: `Mr Limpney's compliments, and he begs to
decline to continue the tuition at Dr Grayson's house.'"

Helen made a gesture, and glanced at her father meaningly--

"Eh? Oh! Ah! Yes, my dear. Well, Dexter, you'll have to amuse
yourself in the garden this morning. Go and have a few hours' fishing."

"If you please, sir, I'd rather stay in here if I might, and read."

"No, no, no," said the doctor cheerily. "Fine morning. Ge