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Updated: June 24, 2025
"Oh, do help him! Do help him!" begged the sick lady imploringly. "Oh, if I could do something for him!" And she walked to and fro thinking about a way to help, for Toni's condition went deeply to her heart. It was the second week of August, when Toni came to the sanitarium.
Spencer was very ready to do. Standing by the table, resting her empty tray on her ample hip, she poured forth a stream of disjointed memories to which Toni listened eagerly. Mrs. Spencer, it seemed, had had an aunt living in the village with the Gibbs; and as a child she had often stayed there; so that she had known Toni's father well.
Don't look as if we were going to cut off your head! That's a poor welcome to Miss Gibbs!" Thus reproved, the housekeeper did her best to conjure up a more cheerful expression; and managed presently to shake Toni's cold little hand with a respectful word or two; after which Owen discovered that it was high time to go.
Toni's letter had been burned to ashes, and he had not the slightest idea of her whereabouts; but even Toni's welfare seemed of less importance during these days of torture; and beyond sending Owen a note to inform him that his wife was certainly alive, since she had written to her friend, Herrick had done nothing.
She knew exactly the spur to apply to Toni's flagging mood, and she smiled to herself when she heard Toni's reply. "Do you think I would hesitate to give up Greenriver and all the rest to make my husband happy?" And looking at her Eva knew she would not. Mistaken, Toni might often be foolish, self-willed, a little intolerant of advice; but she would never be selfish.
I'm the most miserable. I sometimes I wish oh, I don't know what I wish!" "Come, Toni" Eva rose as though to change the subject "you mustn't be so despondent. Let me ring the bell it's nearly five, and I'm sure you want a cup of tea." "Not yet, Eva." In Toni's voice was a new note, a note of decision, which Eva's ear was quick to detect.
Against his will Barry had a vision of Miss Loder in Toni's place not as wife, but as assistant and he confessed to himself with a groan that the highly-finished product of school and college would probably prove herself of far more practical use than the impulsive, emotional, and alas! unliterary Toni. But the harm was done now.
For an instant he spoke as one speaks to a child, so powerful was the illusion of youth in the large-eyed Toni just then. "Well, what do you say? Will you have me?" He was still sitting in the big chair opposite to her, one hand on the arm, the other clenched on his knee; and he was unprepared for Toni's answer.
In truth, at that moment Toni's soul was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Anger, defiance, resentment at what she considered her husband's injustice, were mingled with a great dread of Owen's displeasure; and a wild, miserable despair at the thought of his conception of her as indifferent to his aims and ideals.
Only Lady Martin and her daughter were out of it; and when she found that her cold looks and biting speeches made no impression on anyone for even Fanny was at ease now with these delightful people her ladyship could bear it no longer. Rising abruptly, and cutting short a sentence of Toni's as though she heard nothing, Lady Martin called her daughter to her side.
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