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He left the room, and Lady Studley entered the library through one of the French windows. "What do you think of my husband this morning?" she asked. "He is a little better," I replied. "I am confident that he will soon be quite well again." She gave a deep sigh when I said this, her lips trembled, and she turned away. I thought my news would make her happy, and her depression surprised me.
His eyes were dark, and his forehead inclined to be bald. There was a courtly, old-world sort of look about him. He greeted me with extreme friendliness, and we went into the hall, a very large and lofty apartment, to tea. Lady Studley was vivacious and lively in the extreme. While she talked, the hectic spots came out again on her cheeks.
"It is late, and Lady Studley might express surprise. The object of my life is to conceal this horror from her. When she is out to-morrow you shall come to the room and judge for yourself." "Well," I said, "I shall have an interview with your wife to-morrow, and urge her most strongly to consent to leave the Grange and go away with you."
I should like to prescribe for you as well as your husband." "Thank you," she answered, "I am not very strong. I never have been, but that is nothing I mean that my health is not a thing of consequence at present. Well, I must not take up any more of your time. I shall expect to get a letter from you to-morrow morning. Please address it to Lady Studley, Grosvenor Hotel, Victoria."
"Did he not order you to winter abroad?" "He did, but Lady Studley opposed the idea so strenuously that I was obliged to yield to her entreaties. Consumption does not seem to take quite the ordinary form with her. She is restless, she longs for cool air, she goes out on quite cold days, in a closed carriage, it is true.
I have heard of you through mutual friends the Onslows. I know you can effect remarkable cures, and you have a great deal of tact. But you can't possibly do anything for my husband unless you are willing to stay in the house and to notice his symptoms." Lady Studley spoke with great emphasis and earnestness. Her long, slender hands were clasped tightly together.
"He's instructor in a college and each year he gets us started on something; last summer it was astronomy he brought a small telescope along." Pem's heels drummed more excitedly on the sod the starry heavens were her scope. "But we have a good deal of fun with the big compound microscope, too and more without it," acknowledged Studley.
"At least you can if you try. You knew I was wrong to go down again for that last dance, just as well as I did. Why, you tried to stop me!" "Which was very presumptuous of me," said Scott. "No, it wasn't. It was kind. And I I was a perfect pig not to listen. I want you to know that, Mr. Studley. I want you to know that I'm very, very sorry I didn't listen." She spoke with trembling vehemence.
Meanwhile, there's nothing but sympathy for him at Lord's. Studley couldn't have been nicer; a place will be kept for Teddy up to the eleventh hour to-morrow. And if that isn't killing two birds with one stone, Bunny, may I never perform the feat!" "But what will old Garland say, A. J.?" "He has already said, Bunny.
"My brother taught me; my only brother, Stud Studley Studart they nickname him in camp I don't know why," was the fluttering response. "A corruption of Stoutheart, I should say!" supplied the Guardian, now busily frying flapjacks. "Of all the Boy Scouts in my husband's troop, he's the lion-heart," laughingly. "So I understand!"
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