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Sandworth's, or of her husband's, and Mrs. Sandworth is Dr. Melton's sister. You're the big-eyed little girl who used to sit in a corner and sew while the doctor and I talked, and now," he brought it out rotundly, "you've been to Europe for a year, and you're grown-up." Lydia hung her head laughingly at his good-natured caricature. "Well, but I have, really and truly," she protested, "all of that.
Melton, who had cut in briskly with a warm seconding of her theory. "Yes, indeed; in the course of my practice I have often thought, as you do, that it would be easier all around if husbands didn't board with their wives at all." Mrs. Emery had stared almost as blankly as Mrs. Sandworth herself might have done. "I never said such a crazy thing," she protested. "Didn't you?
Sandworth brought him back to the present with an astonished "Good gracious! how anybody can even pretend to shiver on a day like this!" She added: "Look here, Marius, are you going to sit there and moon all the afternoon? Here's Lydia going already." Seasoned to his eccentricities as she was, she was startled by his answer.
Sandworth ungirdled and expansive, tinkling an ice-filled cup and crying out upon the weather. "Sit down, Lydia, for mercy's sake, and cool off. Yes; we know all about her; she's a patient of Marius'. Have some lemonade! Isn't it fearful! And Marius keeps reading improving books! It makes me so much hotter! She's English, you know." Dr.
He added, in another tone, his infinitely gentle tone: "I see in that the extremity of her anxiety." The doctor put his hand on the other man's powerful arm. "Do you realize what you are proposing to yourself? You are human. You are a young man. Are you strong enough to keep to it?" Rankin looked at him. Mrs. Sandworth leaned forward. "I am," said Rankin finally.
Melton thought that perhaps the strong man's incredulity of anything for him to fear had a good deal to do with his repeated refusals to allow his wife or daughter to be warned of the danger of apoplexy. Without that hypothesis, it seemed incredible, he told Mrs. Sandworth, that so kind a man could be so cruel. "Everything's incredible," murmured Mrs.
Sandworth fled downstairs, to find her sister-in-law turning away from the telephone with a frown. "Mrs. Hollister was very much provoked about it, and I don't blame her. It's hard to make her understand we couldn't have given her a little warning. And that's the most provoking part I didn't dare say Lydia is really sick, when, as like as not, she'll be receiving company this evening."
And the only wonder is that Lydia should have been attracted by Rankin's heretical brand and not by Paul's orthodox variety. It shows she's rare." "Good gracious, Marius! You talk as though it were a question of ideas or convictions." "That's a horrible conception," he admitted gravely. "It's which one she's in love with!" Mrs. Sandworth emitted this with solemnity. The doctor stood up to go.
What did you think of what he said?" "I didn't hear what he said," answered Mrs. Sandworth; "I was looking at him." "Well?" urged her brother. "He is a good man," she said. A sense that she was holding something in reserve kept him silent, gazing expectantly at her. "How awfully he's in love with her!" she brought out finally. "That's the whole point. He's in love with her!
Sandworth as he paused; "so that was all there was to it?" "Oh, no; they did the proper thing. They kissed her, and cried, and congratulated everybody, and her mother said, with an eye on me: 'Darling, you're not doing this just because you know it'll make us so very happy, are you? Lydia said, 'Oh, no; she supposed not, and started to go upstairs.
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