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If he has, I'm afraid that you may see something well, something rather bizarre, Dr. Arkroyd." "That's all in the course of my profession." Silence fell on them again, till the outline of cottage and Tower came into view through the darkness. Beaumaroy spoke only once again before they reached the garden gate.
And you too, Mr. Naylor? You're the oldest inhabitant of Inkston present, sir. Suppose you tell it to Mr. and Mrs. Radbolt? I'm sure it will make them attach a new value to this really very attractive cottage with, as Dr. Arkroyd says, the additional feature of the Tower." "I know the story only as a friend of mine Mr.
Mary Arkroyd left that problem alone. "Were you very fond of him?" she asked. "Awfully!" Cynthia turned up to her friend pretty blue eyes suffused in tears. "It was the end of the world to me. That there could be such men! I went to bed. Mamma could do nothing with me. Oh, well, she wrote to you about all that." "She told me you were in a pretty bad way." "I was just desperate!
In this sweet discourse the minutes flew by unmarked, and would have gone on flying, had not Jeanne reappeared of her own accord, to remark that it really was very late now; did mademoiselle think that possibly anything could have happened to Doctor Arkroyd? "By Jove, it is late!" cried the Captain, looking at his watch. "It's past one!" Cynthia was amazed to hear that.
He was rather flushed, but did not look seriously ill, and greeted Doctor Mary with dignified composure. "I'll see Dr. Arkroyd alone, Hector." Beaumaroy gave the slightest little jerk of his head, and the old man added quickly, "I am sure of myself, quite sure." The phrase sounded rather an odd one to Mary, but Beaumaroy accepted the assurance with a nod: "All right, I'll wait downstairs, sir.
Beaumaroy knelt down by the fire, rearranged the logs of wood which were smouldering there, and put on a couple more. From that position, looking into the grate, he added, "And the change of doctors? It was he, of course, who insisted on it, but I can see a clever lawyer using that against me too. Can't you, Dr. Arkroyd?" "I'm sure I wish you hadn't had to make the change!" exclaimed Mary.
But Mary Arkroyd was disquieted, worried as to how she stood with Irechester, vaguely but insistently worried over the whole Tower Cottage business. Well, the first point she could soon settle, or try to settle, anyhow.
The light showed him now more clearly than when Mary Arkroyd met him on the heath road, but perhaps thereby did him no service.
Arkroyd," he said at last, "Either the old man's sane compos mentis, don't you call it? or he isn't. If he is " "I know. But I feel that way about it." "You'd have to give evidence for me!" He raised his brows and smiled at her. "There can be undue influence without actual want of mental competence, I think." "I don't know whether my influence is undue.
When Jonathan Arkroyd comes about that wool he sold us I'll be all ready for him. So you see I'm not against a sharp temper. I like women as Tennyson says English girls are, 'roses set round with little wilful thorns, eh?" Unusual as this conversation was, its general tone was assumed by Ethel in her confidential talk with Ruth the following day.
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