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Harland glanced at me a little inquisitively, but he said nothing and we were soon on board the 'Diana, where Catherine, stretched out in a deck chair, watched our arrival with but languid interest. Dr. Brayle was beside her, and looked up as we drew near with a supercilious smile.
Dr. Brayle says so." I had been standing in front of her while she thus talked, but now I resumed my former reclining attitude on the sofa and looked at her with a touch of disdain. "Dr. Brayle says so!" I repeated "Dr. Brayle's opinion is the least worth having in the world! Now, if you really believe in devils, there's one for you!"
"Come in, come in!" he said "Santoris, this is my physician, Dr. Brayle, who has undertaken to look after me during this trip," Santoris bowed "And this is my secretary, Mr. Swinton, whom I sent over to your yacht just now." Again Santoris bowed.
Harland, breaking his silence at last "But isn't it rather late to pay a call? What time is it?" "About half-past ten," answered Dr. Brayle, glancing at his watch. "Oh, let us get to bed!" murmured Miss Catherine, pleadingly "What's the good of making any enquiries to-night?"
Brayle, quickly "I've taken his measure, and I think it's a fairly correct one. I believe him to be a very clever and subtle charlatan, who affects a certain profound mysticism in order to give himself undue importance " There was a sudden clash. Mr. Harland had brought his clenched fist down upon the table with a force that made the glasses ring.
The whole scene looked intolerably dull and lifeless, and I was impatient to be away from it. I said as much at breakfast, a meal at which Catherine Harland never appeared, and where I was accustomed to take the head of the table, at Mr. Harland's request, to dispense the tea and coffee. Dr. Brayle seemed malignly amused at my remark. "The interest of the place has evidently vanished with Mr.
He was looking far out at the purple sky, and his face seemed old and gray. "I hope and pray so," he said at last. "He has the smallpox, Tom. There are some cases along the river near Charles City, and he must have caught it there. Doctor Brayle has done everything for him that can be done." But I was not listening. There was room for only one thought in my brain. "And my mother is with him!"
And I left him to his meditations and went down to my cabin, only stopping for a moment to say good-night to Catherine and Dr. Brayle, who were playing bridge with Mr. Swinton and Captain Derrick in the saloon. Once in my room, I was thankful to be alone.
Santoris stood looking down upon him kindly. "It would not be safe for you," he answered "The remedy is a sovereign one if used very rarely, and with extreme caution, but in uninstructed hands it is dangerous. Moreover, it would not agree with Dr. Brayle's medicines." "You really and truly think Brayle an impostor?" "Impostor is a strong word! No!
Santoris lifted his eyes and regarded his former college acquaintance fixedly. "That question is unnecessary" he said "You know I am not." There was a brief awkward pause. Dr. Brayle looked up with a satirical smile. "Spiritual science has probably taught you to beware of the fair sex" he said.
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