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I've always stuck up for you, Rufus, stiff enough, I guess; but I ain't agoin' to deny that you're country born and bred. I can see that, and she can see it, too. It makes a great difference with girls. I don't know as she'd call you what they call a gentleman." Dr. Mulbridge flushed angrily.
"You see I've come back a day sooner than I promised. I haven't the sort of turnout you've been used to, but I want you to drive with me." "I can't drive with you, Dr. Mulbridge," she faltered. "Well, walk, then. I should prefer to walk." "You must excuse me," she answered, and remained standing before him. "Sit down," he bade her, and pushed up a chair towards her.
Mulbridge thinks I am." "He has never expressed any anxiety," Grace began, with her inaptness at evasion. "Of course he has n't," murmured the sick woman. "He isn't a fool! What does he say?" This passed the sufferance even of remorse. "He says you mustn't talk," the girl flashed out. "And if you insist upon doing so, I will leave you, and send some one else to take care of you."
Mulbridge smiled, as if he perceived her intention not to tell him something she wished to tell him. He looked down into his hat, which he carried in his hand. "Did you believe the storm was coming?" "No!" "And you did n't make it come?" "Of course not!" He looked at her and laughed. "Oh, you don't at all understand!" she cried. "I'm not a doctor of divinity," he said. "Good morning."
"She is n't like other girls," contended Miss Gleason darkly. "I would rather have Mr. Libby's opinion," said Mrs. Merritt. Grace went to Mrs. Maynard's room, and told her that Dr. Mulbridge was coming directly after dinner. "I knew you would do it!" cried Mrs. Maynard, throwing her right arm round Grace's neck, while the latter bent over to feel the pulse in her left.
When it became necessary, in the course of events which made Grace and Libby resolve upon a short engagement, to tell her that they were going to be married, she expressed a frank astonishment. "Walter Libby!" she cried. "Well, I am surprised. When I was talking to you the other day about getting married, of course I supposed it was going to be Dr. Mulbridge.
Without being able to understand fully the causes of the dejection in which this girl seemed to appeal to him, Mulbridge might well have believed himself the man to turn it in his favor.
"I don't at all know what you mean," said Grace. "But it is not necessary that I should know. Will you allow me?" she asked, for Dr. Mulbridge had got between her and the door, and stood with his hand on the latch. His face flushed, and drops stood on his forehead. "Surely, Miss I mean Doctor Breen, you must know why I can't consult with you!
"She's threatened with pneumonia. We can't tell how bad she may be." "Why, of course I'll telegraph. But I don't think anything serious can be the matter with Mrs. Maynard." "Dr. Mulbridge said that Mr. Maynard ought to know." "Is that so?" asked Libby, in quite a different tone.
"They say," said Cap'n George Wray, like one rising from the dead to say it, so dumb and motionless had he been till now, "that Mis' Mulbridge was too much for the old doctor." "I don't know about that," Cap'n Billy replied, "but I guess her son's too much for her: she's only Gardiner, and he's Gardiner and Mulbridge both."
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