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As Sommers left the Athenian Building, his mind reverted to the talk with the brokers. He was glad that he had undertaken to save Webber from his loss. Alves would have liked it. Miss M'Gann had been kind to her when she was learning how to teach. Probably Webber would lose the money in some other venture, but he would do what he could to save the clerk's little capital now.
"Well, what?" said Sir Duke Lawless, who had travelled up to the Barren Grounds for the sake of adventure and game; and, with his old friend, Shon M'Gann, had trusted himself to the excellent care of Jacques Parfaite, the half-breed. Jacques cocked his head on one side and shook it wisely and mysteriously.
Sir Duke Lawless had felt this charm, and had sworn that one day he would again leave his home in Devon and his house in Pont Street, and, finding Pierre, Shon M'Gann, and others of his old comrades, together they would travel into those austere yet pleasant wilds. He kept his word, found Shon M'Gann, and on an autumn day of a year not so long ago lounged in this hut on Clear Mountain.
Leonard, having surrendered the pasteboard box to Miss M'Gann, grasped Mrs. Preston's hand. "Alves," he began, and stopped. Even he could feel that the commonplaces of the occasion were not in order. "Alves, you know how mighty fond of you I am." She smiled tranquilly. Her air of calm reserve mystified the watchful young doctor. The clergyman returned, followed by Mrs. Ducharme and Anna Svenson.
They invited Miss M'Gann, Webber, and Dresser to take supper with them their first Sunday in the temple. Alves had arranged a little kitchen in one corner of the smaller of the two rooms. This room received the pompous name of "the laboratory"; the other room a kind of hall into which the portico opened was bedroom and general living room.
As Sommers remained stiffly mute, Miss M'Gann's remarks died away. "There is nothing more to tell," he said, getting up. "Of course Mrs. Preston has had a very serious strain, and I, her friends, must see that she has rest." "Sure," Miss M'Gann broke in warmly; "now a lot of us girls are going up to Plum Lake, Michigan, for four weeks. It would be good for her to be with a nice party "
"Oh! sit down, man. I am complimenting you. Haven't you a place as office boy, compositor, or something for a needy friend?" "I don't see what you're so funny about, doctor," Miss M'Gann expostulated. "Spoiling the Philistines, you see," Dresser added, making an effort to chime in with Sommers's irony. They talked late.
"I hope he'll come to see us." Miss M'Gann looked at the men and lowered her voice. "I think he knows what was the reason for dismissing you. He wouldn't tell me; but if I see him again, I am going to get it out of him." "Why, what did he say?" Alves asked. "Nothing much.
The doctor nodded and rose to go. Miss M'Gann's note was more jarring than the kindly old dentist's. "Oh, you aren't going!" Miss M'Gann protested regretfully. "I want to ask so many questions. I am so glad to see you. I feel that I know you very well. Mr. Dresser, your intimate friend, has spoken to me about you. Such an interesting man, a little erratic, like a genius, you know."
Sommers asked, going directly to the heart of the matter. "None unless Miss M'Gann has been talking carelessly. And she knows nothing " "No, she knows nothing," the doctor replied, looking at Alves intently. "And there is nothing to be known." "We think not!" she exclaimed. "I am not so sure that an unpleasant story couldn't be made." "What do you mean?" he asked sharply.
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