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The desire to see her, to talk with her, to measure the change in her grew very strong so strong that he meditated a call, but the thought of Clarke cut the resolution off before it was fully formed. "Probably Britt is right Clarke's rotten soul has fatally infected hers." When Weissmann came in Serviss turned to him and said: "Doctor, I want to ask you a very unusual question."
It's all fine, but it is not the girl," and the question of their relationship again engaged him. When the final stormy note was still, Viola remained on her stool, as though waiting for her critic to applaud. Serviss broke the silence by exclaiming: "See here, you people are making game of me. You are both professionals in disguise. Come now, 'fess up," he challenged Clarke.
His tone was so sententious that Serviss instantly became flippant, as an offset. "Yes, one by one we round 'em up! But don't think me unfriendly to the 'beasts. They have their uses. I'd no sooner kill a bacterium than a song-bird. I think we care too highly for the cancerous and the consumptive.
He took her out to dinner, with elaborate courtesy, and divided his attentions between his partner and his hostess with mathematical precision, beaming now upon Viola, now upon Kate, with such well-calculated intervals that Serviss broke into a broad smile. "You find yourself well placed, Dr. Weissmann?" "Well placed and well pleased," he responded, quickly, "with no thanks to you, I suspect."
However, this was esteemed "old fogy-ism" by the younger men like Serviss, who alluded to "the days of the professional monologue" with smiling contempt. Conversation with them was a means of diversion, not of enlightenment as to any special subject. Into these circles a thorough-going spiritualist never penetrated.
Serviss inwardly grinned to think what Weissmann would say at sight of his assistant sitting in solemn discussion of the germs and X-rays with a village clergyman and two reverential women. "Why, yes, I've considered it. Naturally, any new thing that bears on my specialty makes me sit up. I've even done a little experimenting with it."
As she rose and stood before him she seemed again the buoyant, care-free girl, and he could only weakly say, "It seems so ungracious, so inhospitable in us," as they walked side by side across the room to Kate. Clarke was sitting in silence, without pretence of listening to his hostess, watching Serviss with gloomy, uneasy eyes a fierce flame of jealousy burning in his brain.
I don't believe my father would ask me to stay in a house where the very servants sniff at us. I don't believe he would let Anthony make use of me in this way. Professor Serviss calls our faith a delusion, and to-night I almost hope he's right. I have lost the spirit of the martyr, and everything seems foolish to me." Mrs. Lambert regarded her daughter with horror.
They have predicted our future, they have laid out all our plans. Their advice has brought us to our present high place, and we shall continue in our course, despite you or any other doubter." "They have brought you to a very dubious sort of success," Serviss cuttingly replied, "But what about your victim? I know this city and its ways.
Furthermore" here his voice grew hard and his glance shifted to Serviss "no one living has a more vital interest in her welfare than I. Surely I may be trusted to guard and cherish one who is soon to be my wife." This blow, delivered with the orator's telling arrangement of phrase, fell with tremendous force upon Serviss, towards whom it was vengefully directed.
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