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Callandar, having been efficiently valeted by Bubble, set out to pay his first professional call, he drew in deep breaths of the pleasant air with a feeling of well-being to which he had long been a stranger. He had slept. In spite of the room, in spite of the chocolate cake, in spite of the pie, he had slept. And that alone was enough to make the whole world over.
"I think you can guess why." "Yes," with a sigh. "I was always a good guesser. And, frankly, Willits, I wish you hadn't." "I do not doubt it. But, first, is there any other place where we can talk?" "Don't you like this?" innocently. The Button-Moulder's look of surprised anguish was sufficient answer. Callandar laughed. "You always were a bit narrow in your views, Willits.
His gaze was fixed upon some indefinite portion of the horse's back and he drove leaning forward in an attitude of complete bodily and mental relaxation. If his guest wished conversation it was apparent that he must set it going himself. "Very warm day!" said Callandar tentatively. "So-so." The farmer slapped the reins over the horse's flank, jerked them abruptly and murmured a hoarse "Giddap!"
But it's office hours, you know. My partner grows quite waxy if I'm late, and I'm late now." "Another day, then?" Esther's tone was charmingly gracious, but she seemed to be addressing the gate post, as far as he could judge from the direction of her gaze. Callandar picked up his hat, gloomily. There was nothing to do now but take his leave.
He removed his toothpick. He arranged the register in his best manner and chose another nib for his pen. When Callandar had registered, the clerk was very sorry indeed that the hotel arrangements were rather arbitrary in the matter of meal hours. He was afraid that the kitchen fires were down and everything cold. Still if the gentleman would go to his room, he would see what could be done
Mebby you can see what sort of dress she's got on. Alviry'll be int'rested to know." "It's too far off," said Callandar, amused. "All I can see is that the lady is wearing something white." "Went out of weeds right on the dot, she did! It's not much over a year since the old Doc. died. Esther's still wearing some of her black, but jes' to wear them out, not as symbols. Mrs.
The balance is swinging true again. It has taken a long time, but the cure is all the more complete for that. Now, when are you coming back to us?" Callandar did not answer. "You are needed. Not a day passes that your absence is not felt. You used to have a strong sense of responsibility toward your work. What has become of it?" "I have it still.
Callandar paused in his stride and fixed her dark eyes by the sudden seriousness in his own. "You've got the thing all wrong. God doesn't drown people for swimming on Sunday. He isn't that sort at all.
"Esther's been crying," she told him. In her voice was the awe which children feel at the phenomenon of tears in grown-ups. Callandar felt his heart contract Esther crying! But he could not question the child. "I don't know why," went on Jane obligingly. "Esther's so strange lately. Every one is strange. You are strange too. Am I strange?" "A little," said Callandar gravely.
A description tempts us, but perhaps its best description is to be found in its effect upon Dr. Callandar. That effect was an immediate determination to depart by the next train, provided the next train did not leave before he had had something to eat. He was aroused from gloomy musings by a discreet tap announcing the return of the scouting party.
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