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Updated: October 13, 2025
"I've just come from my rounds," said Wittemore, sitting down, apologetically, on the edge of a chair. "That old lady you carried the medicine to she's been telling me how you made tea and toast!" He paused and looked embarrassed. "Yes," smiled Courtland. "How's she getting on? Any better?" "No," said Wittemore, the hopeless gray look settling about his sensitive mouth.
But as it was he wondered that everybody seemed so much interested in things and took so much trouble for a lot of nonsense. Courtland was surprised to see his father come into the great hall just as he went up on the platform with his class. He hadn't expected his father. He was a busy man who did not get away from his office often. It touched him that his father cared to come.
It only required such a hint as that which had come from George Holland to set her smoldering suspicion suspicion of a suspicion in a flame. It had flamed up before him in those words which she had spoken to him. If Ella were guilty, he, George Holland, was to be held responsible for her guilt. But Ella was not guilty; Herbert Courtland was not guilty.
Linton felt; and now the fan was hanging down among the brocaded flowers of her dress, making them look tawdry as she left the box, and noticed how at least two men were lying in wait for her party. There was, however, a frankness in Herbert Courtland's strategy which George Holland's did not possess. Mr. Courtland was looking directly at her; Mr.
Courtland was singing, joining his fine tenor in with the curious assembly and enjoying it. Gila recalled him each time from a realm of the spirit, and he would earnestly give attention to what she said, bending his ear to listen, then look seriously at the person indicated, try to appreciate her amusement with a nod and absent smile, and go on singing again!
Courtland been telling you all about the bird of paradise?" she asked of Phyllis, while she waved the tail feathers of the loveliest of the birds of paradise before her face. "The bird? not the bird," laughed Phyllis. "But the topic was paradise?" Ella joined in the laugh yes, to some extent. "I talked of Adam the old one of that name," said Mr. Courtland.
Before Courtland's eyes there floated a vision of Gila as she first caught sight of him in the office of the inn. If ever soul was guilty in full knowledge of her sin she had been! Again she passed before his vision with shamed head down-drooped and all her proud, imperial manner gone. The mask had fallen from Gila forever so far as Courtland was concerned.
He moved close to her side with an irresistible impulse of tenderness, but she turned suddenly, and saying, "Come!" moved at a quicker pace down a narrow side path. Courtland followed.
Courtland was beginning to fear this exposure of his follower, and had moved up beside him, when suddenly the negro caught his arm, and trembled violently. His lips were parted over his teeth, the whites of his eyes glistened, he seemed gasping and speechless with fear. "What's the matter, Cato?" said Courtland glancing instinctively at the ground beneath. "Speak, man! have you been bitten?"
He wanted Courtland to be drawn out of what he considered his "morbid" state, but not at the price of his peace of mind. He was very sure that Courtland ought not to marry Gila. He was equally sure that she meant nothing serious in her present relation to Courtland. He felt himself responsible in a way because he had agreed in the plot with his uncle to start her on this campaign.
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