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And all night she's been tossin' about, a-cryin' out and " "Where is she now?" put in Hephzy, sharply. "She's in 'er room ma'am. Dressed she is; she would dress, knowin' of your comin', though I told 'er she shouldn't. She's dressed, but she's lyin' down. She would 'ave tried to sit hup, but THAT I wouldn't 'ave, ma'am. 'Now, dearie, I told 'er " But I would not hear any more.
The advertisement read as follows: "To Let for the Summer Months Furnished. A Rectory in Mayberry, Sussex. Ten rooms, servants' quarters, vegetable gardens, small fruit, tennis court, etc., etc. Water and gas laid on. Golf near by. Terms low. Rector Mayberry, Sussex." "I answered it, Hosy," said Hephzy. "You did!" "Yes. It sounded so nice I couldn't help it.
"But this is the last time you and I must trouble her. I'll go not because of any reason you have given me, Hephzy, but because I believe there must be some other and stronger reason, which you haven't told me." Hephzy drew a long breath. She seemed to be struggling between a desire to tell me more whatever that more might be and a determination not to tell.
Oh, it makes me ashamed to look in the glass. I NEVER ought to have left you alone, and I knew it. It's a judgment on me, what's happened is." "Or on me, I should rather say," I added. Frances had not told Hephzy of L'Abbaye, that was evident. Well, I would keep silence also. "Where is she now?" I asked. I asked it with as much indifference as I could assume, but Hephzy smiled and patted my hand.
It is one of Bayport's pet yarns, that at the Harniss Spiritualist camp-meeting when the "test medium" announced from the platform that he had a message for a lady named Hephzibah C he "seemed to get the name Hephzibah C" Hephzy got up and walked out.
As soon as I recovered, or partially recovered, from my stupefaction I expostulated and scolded and argued. Hephzy was quiet but firm. She hated to part from me she couldn't bear to think of it; but on the other hand she couldn't abandon her Ardelia's little girl. The interview ended by my walking out of the room and out of Bancroft's in disgust. I did not return until late in the afternoon.
At six o'clock I came downstairs, made a pretence at eating some biscuits and cheese which I found on the sideboard, scribbled a brief note to Hephzy stating that I had gone for a walk and should not be back to breakfast, and started out. The walk developed into a long one and I did not return to the rectory until nearly eleven in the forenoon.
Hephzy will look after me." The doctor continued to protest in French and I to affirm in English. Also I tried to stand. At length my declarations of independence seemed to have some effect, for they ceased trying to lift me. A dialogue in French followed. I heard it with growing impatience. "Hephzy," I said, fretfully. "Hephzy, make them take me to my hotel. I insist upon it."
And when we went, would she go with us? Hardly. She would demand the promised "settlement," and then What then? Explanations quarrels parting. A parting for all time. I had reached a point where, like Hephzy, I would have gladly suggested a real "adoption," the permanent addition to our family of Strickland Morley's daughter, but she would not consent to that. She was proud very proud.
She rose from her chair. "Hosy," she cried, "what a sanitarium?" "We'll keep it together," I said, smiling. "You and I and Little Frank. And it is likely to be a wonderful establishment." Hephzy said she said a great deal, principally concerning my generosity and goodness and kindness and self-sacrifice. I tried to shut off the flow, but it was not until I began to laugh that it ceased.
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