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"One doesn't go to dinner without one's wife, especially when one's wife doesn't like the hostess." Alves laughed at the frank speech. She might have liked this eager, fresh young woman, who took things with such dash and buoyancy, if she could have known her on even terms. As they stood facing each other, a challenge on Miss Hitchcock's face, Alves noticed the doctor's figure in the road beyond.
He will never marry Jane M'Gann; it would hurt his prospects." A few days later Dresser mentioned that he had met Miss Laura Lindsay, "the daughter of your former partner, I believe." "My former boss," Sommers corrected, looking at Alves with an amused smile. He listened in ironical glee to Dresser's description of little Laura Lindsay.
Miss M'Gann seemed always a little constrained, when Alves met her, and Dresser was living on the North Side. One December morning, when Alves was alone, she noticed a carriage coming slowly down the unfinished avenue. It stopped a little distance from the temple, and a woman got out. After giving the coachman an order, she took the foot-path that Alves and Sommers had worn.
He smiled sadly at the idea that his holding aloof from this advertising custom might be set down to his ambition of being a "swell doctor." The method, however, seemed entirely proper to Alves, who hadn't the professional prejudices, and whose experience with the world had taught her to make the fight in any possible way, in any vulgar way that custom had pointed out.
The woman's scheme of extracting blackmail flashed instantly into Alves's mind. "You foul creature," she gasped, "you know it is an abominable lie " "Think so? Well, Ducharme didn't think so when I told him, and there are others that 'ud believe it, if I should testify to it!" Alves walked to and fro, overwhelmed by the thoughts of the evil which was around her. At last she faced Mrs.
He stood over her, knelt down, and wrapped her in his arms. "Alves!" he whispered. She roused herself as from a dream and turned her face to his, wonderingly. "Alves," he stammered, reading eagerly the sombre lines of her face, "I have come back for always." Then she spoke, and her voice had a mechanical ring, as if for a long time it had not been used. "But you left me why did you come back?"
Sommers told Alves that she should influence Miss M'Gann to accept the clerk, instead of beguiling herself with the words of a talker. "You are unfair to Sammy," Alves had replied, with some warmth. "She would do very well to marry him; he is her superior." Sommers gave Alves a look that troubled her, and said: "Because the fellow is settling into an amiable Philistine?
Sommers preferred to skate in the mornings, for later in the day the smooth patches of inshore ice were frequented by people from the city. He loved solitude, it seemed to Alves, more and more. In the Keystone days he had been indifferent to the people of the house; now he avoided people except as they needed him professionally. She attributed it, wrongly, to a feeling of pride.
He's willing?" "I should never let him," Alves exclaimed vehemently; "least of all now!" "Well, I suppose folks must live their own way. But you don't catch me taking a man in that easy fashion, so that he can get out when he wants to." Alves tried to change the subject, but her admission had so startled her friend that the usual gossip was impossible.
She seemed to have something more that she wanted to say, but she simply held out her hand, with a warm "good-by," and stepped into the carriage. When he returned to the temple, Alves was busy getting their dinner. She paused, and glancing at Sommers remarked, "How beautiful she is!" "She is a good woman. She ought to marry," he responded. "Why?" "Because she is so sound and fine at bottom."
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