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Rangely, who had been a deeply interested spectator to this scene. "A little way down the street, on the other side, Dr. Tredway lives. You will see his sign." "And if he isn't in, go to the hospital. It's only a few doors farther on." "I'll wait," said Victoria, simply, when he had gone; "my father will wish to know about Mr. Vane."
And then, as his keen eye noticed the tears still undried upon the cheeks of the old man, he sighed heavily. "Can nothing be done? Is there no help? It doesn't seem possible!" He ground his heel heavily into the sand. "Say something, Tredway," he entreated, "anything with a gleam of hope in it." Tredway shook his head.
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.
Once, shortly after his marriage, when he had come home in wrath after a protracted quarrel with Mr. Tredway over the orthodoxy of the new minister, in the middle of his indignant recital of Mr. Tredway's unwarranted attitude, Sarah Austen had smiled. The smile had had in it, to be sure, nothing of conscious superiority, but it had been utterly inexplicable to Hilary Vane.
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?
I have a notion that she'll pack up and leave in about three days, and that all the doctors in Ripton couldn't keep her here." "Get along with you," said Euphrasia, who could not for the life of her help looking a little pleased. "I'm going off for a few hours," he said more seriously. "Dr. Tredway tells me they do not look for any developments for the worse."
"England," said Tredway, with his disapproving regard fixed upon the wilderness around, "is a garden." "And I take no delight in gardens," declared Edward. "I was never intended for a garden statue. This long day's journey under the giant trees of the wild, unconquered woods seems to gratify some savage instinct of my nature.
"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.
Tredway did not think it wise to inform Hilary of Mr. Flint's visit not, at least, until after the examination. Mr. Vane exhibited the same silent stoicism on receiving the verdict of Dr. Harmon as he had shown from the first. With the clew to Hilary's life which Dr.
But he came of a stock which had for generations thrust its roots into the crevices of granite, and was not easily killed by steam-engines. Austen Vane called twice, and then made an arrangement with young Dr. Meader as soon as he was able to sustain a conversation. Dr. Tredway, by the way, was a bachelor, and had been Austen's companion on many a boisterous expedition.
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