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Coryndon nodded silently; his eyes lit up with interest and all his listlessness vanished as he watched the door. Following Hartley's Bearer, a small, thin boy came into the room, dressed in a white suit, with a tight white pugaree folded round his head. He shrank nervously at every sound, and when he salaamed to Hartley and Coryndon his face worked as though he was going to burst into tears.
Couldn't have been more 'n a couple of days later when Hartley calls me one side confidential and shows me this note askin' him if he wouldn't be kind enough to meet with a few of his old comrades in arms and help form a permanent organization that would perpetuate the fond ties formed at Camp Mills. Hartley is beamin' all over his face. "There!" says he.
You were too jealous, but it was my fault." "Hartley," he asked, "spoke to you about that time?" "Yes, and I told him he was a very dear friend, and he was kind enough to accept that and not to go away." His measure of the widening of the rift between them made her more precious because of its affectionate human quality. She had been kinder to Graham, more mysterious about him, to draw Bobby back.
"Alice Hartley," says I to myself, "someone left that room just now and ran down the passage ahead of you. The idea isn't pleasant, but you may as well face it. Your mistress has rung for you, and to answer her bell you've got to go the way that other woman has gone." Well I did it. I never walked faster in my life, yet I thought I should never get to the end of the passage or reach Mrs.
Of course," she said, "we could wake him, but it would probably be better to let him sleep as long as he will if it is possible. It will save him a great deal of pain, I think. He'll have a frightful headache if he's wakened now. Could you come for him or send for him to-morrow toward noon?" "Why yes, I suppose so," said Richard Hartley. "Yes, of course, if you think that's better.
De Beaumont frowned on her angrily, and the rest of the family snubbed her grievously, yet Beatrice felt so happy in having some one in whom she could confide that she bore all their petty annoyances with the utmost forbearance, and refused steadily to take the slightest notice of them. Mr. Hartley was a planter of considerable wealth.
To remedy the first of these evils, the Court of Directors sent down to the island several of their medical servants, amongst whom was Hartley, whose qualifications had been amply certified by a medical board, before which he had passed an examination, besides his possessing a diploma from the University of Edinburgh as M. D.
Armine said: "What could Doctor Isaacson do more than has been done?" "He's a wonderful man. He sees what others don't see. I feel that he might find out what's the matter." "Find out! But, Nigel, we know it's the sun. You yourself " "Yes, yes!" "To-morrow I'll wire for Doctor Hartley to come down at once from Assouan." "It's this awful insomnia that's doing for me.
All these arrangements being completed, the unfortunate lady next insisted with her husband that she should be permitted to see her son in that parting interview which terminated so fatally. Hartley, therefore, now discharged as her executor, the duty intrusted to him as her confidential agent.
With this poor subject of consolation, Hartley retired to his inn, to meditate on the futility of the professions of the natives, and to devise some other mode of finding access to Hyder than that which he had hitherto trusted to.
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