United States or Slovenia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Take me home now to-night." Austen glanced at Dr. Tredway. "It is best," said the doctor; "we will take him home to-night." They took him home, in the stateroom of the sleeper attached to the night express from the south, although Mr. Flint, by telephone, had put a special train at his disposal.
Only the fact that she was convinced that Hilary was in real danger made her relate, in a few brief words, what had occurred, and when she had finished Mr. Vane made no comment whatever. Dr. Tredway turned to Hilary. "I am going to take a mean advantage of you, Mr. Vane," he said, "and sit here awhile and talk to you. Would you object to waiting a little while, Miss Flint?
"When is that woman going away?" she demanded. "I've took care of Hilary Vane nigh on to forty years, and I guess I know as much about nursing, and more about Hilary, than that young thing with her cap and apron. I told Dr. Tredway so. She even came down here to let me know what to cook for him, and I sent her about her business." Austen smiled.
"Set your heart on him as much as you please," returned Edward, "so long as you do not set your person on him." "In England," ventured, the respectful Tredway, "young ladies generally prefer a more trustworthy animal." "Well, when we go to England," responded Rose, casting her arms around the neck of her slandered steed, "we'll do as the English do won't we Flip, dear?
They were old friends, and the doctor, it may be recalled, had been chiefly responsible for the preservation of the life of Mr. Zebulun Meader. "I have sent for you, Doctor," she said, "against instructions and on my own responsibility. Mr. Vane is ill, although he refuses to admit it." Dr. Tredway had a respect for Victoria and her opinions, and he knew Hilary.
Victoria, after leaving Euphrasia, made her way around the house towards Mr. Rangely, who was waiting in the runabout, her one desire for the moment being to escape. Before she had reached the sidewalk under the trees, Dr. Tredway had interrupted her. "Miss Flint," he called out, "I wanted to say a word to you before you went." "Yes," she said, stopping and turning to him.
Victoria started. It was Euphrasia who was speaking, and unmistakable pride was in her voice. Fortunately for Victoria, who would not in the least have known what to reply, steps were heard on the porch, and Euphrasia opened the door. Mr. Rangely had returned. "Here's the doctor, Miss Flint," he said, "and I'll wait for you outside." Victoria rose as young Dr. Tredway came forward.
Only the fact that she was convinced that Hilary was in real danger made her relate, in a few brief words, what had occurred, and when she had finished Mr. Vane made no comment whatever. Dr. Tredway turned to Hilary. "I am going to take a mean advantage of you, Mr. Vane," he said, "and sit here awhile and talk to you. Would you object to waiting a little while, Miss Flint?
Flint, "Why didn't you tell me? How do you know?" Victoria related how she had found Hilary coming away from Fairview, and what she had done, and the word Dr. Tredway had sent. "Good God!" cried Mr. Flint, "he won't be able to go to the convention!" And he rose and pressed the electric button. "Towers," he said, when the butler appeared, "is Mr. Freeman still in my room?
Tredway was the man so he told Mr. Tredway; Mr. Gates of Brampton was the man so he assured Mr. Gates. Mr. Henderson had no desire to meddle in politics; his life was a happy and a full one. But was it not Mr. Henderson's duty? Cincinnatus left the plough, and Mr. Henderson should leave the ledger at the call of his countrymen. Mr. Mr.
Word Of The Day