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If anything has happened to Archie, it will kill her." Tears fell over Mrs. Birtwell's face and she wrung her hands in distress. "She is calmer than she was," said Mr. Voss. "The first alarm and suspense broke her right down, and she was insensible for some hours. But she is bearing it better now much better than I had hoped for." "I will go to see her at once. Oh, if I knew how to comfort her!"
He had waived the discussion into which his visitor was drifting, and put his question almost desperately. "Because your remedy failed." Mr. Ridley spoke in a repressed voice, but with a deliberate utterance. There was a glitter in his eyes, out of which looked an evil triumph. "My remedy? What remedy?" "The good wine remedy. I tried it at Mr. Birtwell's one night last winter. But it didn't work.
Girls of eighteen or twenty will become as wild and free and forgetful of propriety as young men of the same age if you bring them together at a feast and give them wine freely. We do not exaggerate the scene in Mr. Birtwell's supper-room, but rather subdue the picture.
Voss were the ones that drew so largely on my time this morning, and helped to disturb me so much, and both were in consequence of Mr. Birtwell's party." "They might have an indirect connection with the party," returned Doctor Kline, "but can hardly be called legitimate consequences." "They are legitimate consequences of the free wine and brandy dispensed at Mr. Birtwell's," said Doctor Hillhouse.
"I had hoped," said Mr. Elliott, breaking at length this silence, "to find you by this time over upon our side." "The cold-water side, you mean?" There was perceptible annoyance in Mr. Birtwell's tone. "On the side of some reform in our social customs. Why can't you join with your excellent wife in taking the initiative?
"And did this go on all night?" asked Dr. Hillhouse. "Yes. She never closed her eyes except in intervals of feverish stupor, from which she would start up and cry out for her husband, who was, she imagined, in some dreadful peril." "Bad! bad!" muttered Dr. Hillhouse. "There'll be a death, I fear, laid at Mr. Birtwell's door." "I don't understand you," said his companion, in a tone of surprise.
Men who have a taste for wine will get it, if not in one place then in another; if not in a gentleman's dining-room, then in a drinking-saloon, or somewhere else." The glow faded from Mrs. Birtwell's face and the light went out of her eyes. Her voice was husky and choking as she replied: "One fact does not invalidate another.
Birtwell's name had passed off, and his thought was going out toward her in a vague, groping way, and in a sort of blind faith that through her help in his great extremity might come. It was all folly, he knew. What could she do for a poor wretch in his extremity? He tried to turn his thought from her, but ever as he turned it away it swung back and rested in-this blind faith.
"What is it?" he asked, stepping inside and looking curiously into his mother's face, where he saw a more than usually serious expression. "Sit down, Ellis; I want to say a word to you before going to Mrs. Birtwell's." The lady had just completed her toilette, and was elegantly dressed for an evening party.
But as the morning wore on and he did not make his appearance this hope began to fade away, and died before many hours. Nearly every male guest at Mrs. Birtwell's party was seen and questioned during the day, but not one of them had seen Archie after he left the house.
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