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He over-tired himself in taking a walk this morning, and has been resting in his room all the afternoon." Charlotte Ruston, adjusting a smart little veil before Ellen's mirror, her back to her friend, asked, after a moment's pause: "Dr. Leaver? Not Dr. John Leaver, of Baltimore?" "Yes, indeed. Do you know him?" "I have met him. Is he ill? I hadn't heard of that."
That evening he took his wife into his confidence. He did not tell her the whole story, it was not his to tell. But he made her acquainted with the fact that Leaver had had a severe nervous shock and that the thing to be overcome was his own distrust of himself, the thing to be recovered was his entire self-command. "I have insisted on his staying as long as he can be content," Burns explained.
And the big ones, who are your friends, will rejoice at sight of you. Of course you have rivals; you don't expect them to welcome you with open arms. They'll be sorry to see you back. Let them be sorry, and be hanged to them! Go in and show them that they're the ones who need a rest now, and that you'll take care of their work in their absence." Leaver laughed.
That will do you all kinds of good, too," he added, his keen eyes on the face of his friend's wife. "She looks etherealized," Charlotte Leaver said, studying Ellen affectionately. "You've had a long, anxious time, haven't you, Len, darling?" Mrs. Leaver went on. "And we knew nothing we who care more than anybody in the world.
It was while this discussion was in progress, Leaver forcing himself to attend sufficiently to make intelligent replies, that Charlotte Ruston suddenly turned and looked at him. He looked straight back at her, a peculiar intentness growing in his deep-set eyes.
When he came out the book was closed and lying upon Leaver's knee. Burns took his place and drove off, malice sparkling in his eye. "What did you think of that chapter?" he inquired. "Interesting argument, but weak in spots." "Hm m. Which spots?" Leaver indicated them. There could be no doubt that he had read the chapter carefully to the end.
"These branches have been so long untrimmed that it takes a heavy shower to dampen the ground beneath." They made their way back along the straggling paths, and came to the cottage, from whose windows streamed the lamplight that waited for Charlotte. As it fell upon her Leaver looked at her, and stood still. Pausing, she glanced up at him, and away again.
Yet I have a notion that I do. It would be a trifle easier to face the rack and thumbscrew, eh? Well, let's get it over. Possibly telling will ease you a bit, after all. It works that way sometimes." By and by, persisting, gently questioning, helping by his quick understanding of a situation almost before Leaver had unwillingly pictured it, he had the whole story.
In point of actual distance he certainly succeeded literally in keeping them extremely near together, during the few minutes it took to get out of a winding wood-road to the main highway, and to drive at a stimulating pace a mile down that road. When Leaver took his place upon the running-board he was unavoidably close to Charlotte's knee, and his head was within reach of her hand.
He left the table to put in a long-distance call. Between the salad and the dessert he was summoned to talk with his friend. Presently he returned, chuckling. "It must be fully ten minutes since I thought of Leaver, and now I have him promised for to-morrow.
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