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Always a physiologist, even in those rare moments when he was amusing himself, it had just struck Benjulia that the cook after her outbreak of fury might be a case worth studying. But, she had got relief in crying; her brain was safe; she had ceased to interest him. He returned to the dining-room. "You look hot, sir; have a drink. Old English ale, out of the barrel." The tone was hearty.
Speaking of Carmina, he had referred to one person whom he did not wish her to see in his absence; and that person, he had himself admitted to be Benjulia. He had been asked to state his objection to the doctor and how had he replied? He had said, "I don't think Benjulia a fit person to be in the company of a young girl." Why?
He turned and discovered Benjulia. On the point of speaking resentfully, he restrained himself. There was something in the wretch's face that struck him with horror. Benjulia said, "I won't keep you long; I want to know one thing. Will she live or die?" "Her life is safe I hope." "Through your new mode of treatment?" His eyes and his voice said more than his words.
"I don't know either," he said. Hearing the big man own that he was no wiser than herself, Zo returned to him without, however, getting on his knee again. She clasped her chubby hands under the inspiration of a new idea. "Let's play at something," she said to Benjulia. "Do you know any games?" He shook his head. "Didn't you know any games, when you were only as big as me?"
At that hour, and under those circumstances, there was no plausible pretence which would justify Mrs. Gallilee's interference. She seriously contemplated the sacrifice of a month's salary, and the dismissal of her governess without notice. When the footman opened the door, Benjulia handed in the packet of letters. After his latest experience of Mrs.
"My sensitive foot feels noises: don't bang the door." Getting out into the lane again, Ovid looked at his letter to the doctor at Montreal. His first impulse was to destroy it. As Benjulia had hesitated before giving him the letter, so he now hesitated before tearing it up. Contrary to the usual practice in such cases, the envelope was closed.
Gallilee's return. "Is smoking allowed in the library?" he asked. The page looked up at the giant towering over him, with the envious admiration of a short boy. He replied with a discretion beyond his years: "Would you please step into the smoking-room, sir?" "Anybody there?" "My master, sir." Benjulia at once declined the invitation to the smoking-room. "Anybody else at home?" he inquired.
"Come and look out of window," she said. Carmina gently refused: she was unwilling to be disturbed. Since she had spoken to Benjulia, her thoughts had been dwelling restfully on Ovid. In another day she might be on her way to him. When would Teresa come? Benjulia was too preoccupied to notice her. The weak doubt that had got the better of his strong reason, still held him in thrall.
Benjulia turned to the second page and Lemuel pointed to the middle of it. "Read as far as that," he went on, "and then skip till you come to the last bit at the end." On the last page, Ovid's name appeared. He was mentioned, as a "delightful person, introduced by your brother," and with that the letter ended.
Null expected to be roughly rebuked for having disturbed the great man by a false alarm. He attempted to explain: and Teresa attempted to explain. Benjulia paid not the slightest attention to either of them. He made no angry remarks and he showed, in his own impenetrable way, as gratifying an interest in the case as ever. "Draw up the blind," he said; "I want to have a good look at her." Mr.
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