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Updated: June 26, 2025
Letter from the Honourable Jane Champion to Sir Deryck Brand. Castle Gleneesh, N. B. My dear Deryck: My wires and post-cards have not told you much beyond the fact of my safe arrival. Having been here a fortnight, I think it is time I sent you a report. Only you must remember that I am a poor scribe.
It came. "Boy I gave up something, which was more than life itself to me, for the sake of another, and I can't get over it. I know I did right, and yet I can't get over it." The doctor leaned forward and took the clenched hands between his. "Can you tell me about it, Jeanette?" "I can tell no one, Deryck; not even you."
When Jane had locked the letter-bag earlier that evening, and handed it to Simpson, she had slipped in two letters of her own. One was addressed to Georgina, Duchess of Meldrum Portland Place The other, to Sir Deryck Brand Wimpole Street Both were marked: Urgent. If absent, forward immediately. Tuesday passed uneventfully, to all outward seeming.
Deryck was pleading her cause better than she could have pleaded it herself. Silence in the woods. All nature seemed to hush and listen for the answer. Then: "No," said Garth's young voice unhesitatingly. "In that case she would have told me her fear, and I should have reassured her immediately. Your suggestion is unworthy of my beloved." The wind sighed in the trees.
Robert Mackenzie to Sir Deryck Brand. Dear Sir Deryck: Every possible need of the patient's is being met by the capable lady you sent to be his nurse. I am no longer needed. Nor are you for the patient. But I deem it exceedingly advisable that you should shortly pay a visit to the nurse, who is losing more flesh than a lady of her proportions can well afford.
She replaced it gently on the mantelpiece, and realised that she was deliberately postponing an ordeal which must be faced. Deryck had told her of Garth's pictures of the One Woman. Garth, himself, had now told her even more. But the time had come when she must see them for herself. It was useless to postpone the moment. She looked towards the yellow screen.
"It is not a pretty story. But I can give you details, if you like." "I think you had better give me details," said Sir Deryck, gravely. So, with white lips, Billy gave them. The doctor rose, buttoning his coat. Then he poured out a glass of water and handed it to Billy. "Come," he said. "Fortunately I know a very cute detective from our own London force who happens just now to be in Cairo.
He watched it melt, fizzle, and flare, with an intense concentration of interest; then jumped round on Jane, and caught her look of fury. "And I think there remains very little for me to say to you about the treatment, Miss Gray," he finished calmly. "You will have received minute instructions from Sir Deryck himself.
"And would you be coming with me, Sir Deryck, and softly, whenever you have finished your breakfast?" "Softly," said Margery again, as they crossed the hall, the doctor's tall figure closely following in her portly wake. After mounting a few stairs she turned to whisper impressively: "It is not what ye make it IN; it is HOW ye make it."
The doctor shaded his face with his hand. "The wheels of time," he said in a low voice, "move forward always; backward, never." "Oh, Deryck," cried Jane, "sometimes they do. You and Flower know that sometimes they do." The doctor smiled sadly and very tenderly. "I know," he said, "that there is always one exception which proves every rule."
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