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He felt fairly confident, he said, that his efforts would succeed in postponing, at any rate, Mr. Baxter's visit to Lady Laura; and in that case he would write further as to what was best to be done. In the meanwhile Miss Deronnais was not to be in the least anxious.
"I will write this evening.... Once more, then. Get him down next week. Watch him carefully when he comes. Consult no doctor until you have telegraphed to me, and I have seen him." She drew a long breath, nodding almost mechanically. "Good-bye, Miss Deronnais. Let me tell you that you are taking it magnificently. Fear nothing; pray much." He took her hand for a moment.
The other held up a gloved hand in deprecation; but he did not seem at all ruffled. "Yes, yes; we can take all that as said.... I'm accustomed to it, my dear fellow. Well, I saw Miss Deronnais, as I told you I should in my note.... You're quite right about her." "Pleased to hear it, I'm sure," said Mr. Morton solemnly. "She's one in a thousand.
Baxter would deplore it all, of course, gently and tranquilly, in Laurie's absence, and would, perhaps, if she were hard pressed, utter a feeble protest even in his presence; and that was absolutely all.... "Maggie! Maggie!" came the gentle old voice, calling presently; and then to some unseen person, "Have you seen Miss Deronnais anywhere?"
Besides she is not the kind she would be of no use." "Yes: it is as I thought. Very well, Miss Deronnais; you will have to be responsible. You can wire for me at any moment. You have my address?" She nodded. "Then I have one or two things to add. Whatever happens, do not lose heart for one moment.
It was not only the particular points that regarded Laurie Baxter all these absurd, though disquieting hints about insanity and suicide and the rest of it but the principles that old Cathcart declared to be beneath those principles which he had, apparently, not confided to Miss Deronnais.
"I know it sounds very startling to orthodox ears; but to us of the Higher Thought all these things are quite familiar. Of course, I need hardly say that Cardinal Newman is no longer but perhaps I had better not go on." She glanced archly at Maggie. "Oh, please go on," said Maggie genially. "You were saying that Cardinal Newman " "Dear Miss Deronnais, are you sure you will not be offended?"
So Mr. James Morton sat in the "Cock" and pondered. He was not sorry he had tried to take steps to choke off this young fool, and he was just a little sorry that so far they had failed. He had written to Miss Deronnais in an impulse, after an unusually feverish outburst from the boy; and she, he had learnt later, had written to Mr. Cathcart. The rest had been of the other's devising.
Amy was nothing less than that, and she herself she, Margaret Marie Deronnais had given way to jealousy of this grocer's daughter, because ... because ... she had begun to care, really to care, for the man to whom she had written that letter this morning, and this man had scarcely said one word to her, or given her one glance, beyond such as a brother might give to a sister.
Cathcart with meditative geniality. "I'd like to blow up the stinking hole." Mr. Morton chuckled audibly. "You're the youngest man of your years I've ever come across," he said. "No wonder you believe all that stuff. When are you going to grow up, Cathcart?" The old man paid no attention at all. "Well that plot's over," he said again. "Now for Miss Deronnais.
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