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Widdowson is keeping it, and will move the furniture from Herne Hill at any moment. Couldn't you help us, dear Miss Nunn? Monica would listen to you; I am sure she would. 'I'm afraid I can be of no use, Rhoda answered coldly. 'She has been hoping to see you. 'She has said so? 'Not in so many words but I am sure she wishes to see you.
He explained to Widdowson that there were complications, not unlikely to be dangerous, and finally he suggested that, if the morrow brought no decided improvement, a second medical man should be called in to consult. This consultation was held. In the afternoon Virginia came weeping to her brother-in-law, and told him that Monica was delirious. That night the whole household watched.
He answered her very briefly, and for a long time neither spoke. Then the girl, glancing at him with a smile of apology, said in a gentle tone 'You were telling me how the house pleased you. Have you still the same pleasure in living there? 'Yes. But lately I have been hoping I daren't say more. You will interrupt me again. 'Which way are we going now, Mr. Widdowson?
'I'll go and look. Her conjecture was right. Another letter from Widdowson, still more alarmed and vehement than the last. She read it rapidly on the staircase, and entered the room with sheet and envelope squeezed together in her hand. 'I'm going to tell you all about this, Milly. The other nodded and assumed an attitude of sober attention.
I have gone through a good deal; now at last I am recovering sanity, and can admit that you had no choice but to ask those questions. I know and care nothing about Mrs. Widdowson. By her eccentric behaviour she either did me a great injury or a great service, I'm not quite sure which, but I incline to the latter view. Here is a conundrum not very difficult to solve, I dare say.
Saturday brought no improvement of the atmosphere, but Widdowson was in his happiest mood; he cheerfully kept his promise about the concert. As they sat together at night, his contentment overflowed in tenderness like that of the first days of marriage. 'Now, why can't we always live like this? What have we to do with other people?
A glance informed him that both of these were young and good-looking, one being a type that particularly pleased him dark, pale, with very bright eyes. Miss Barfoot received him as any hostess would have done. She was her cheerful self once more, and in a moment introduced him to the lady with whom she had been talking the dark one, by name Mrs. Widdowson.
Whether I live or die, he shall be told the truth in less than a year. Before going to bed Alice wrote and dispatched a few lines to Widdowson, requesting an interview with him as soon as possible. She would come to his house at any hour he liked to appoint. The next afternoon brought a reply, and that same evening Miss Madden went to Herne Hill.
Her first sensation was unreasoning terror; her next, thankfulness that she had not been a few minutes sooner, when the very meeting she had feared, within the building itself, would have come to pass. He walked this way; he saw her; and the pleasantest smile of recognition lit up his face. 'Mrs. Widdowson! Not a minute ago you were in my thoughts. I wished I could see you.
Explain everything as you like. I will explain nothing. I want only to be free from you. She opened the door, rapidly crossed the landing, and went upstairs. Feeling it was useless to follow, Widdowson allowed the door to remain wide, and waited. Five minutes passed and Monica came down again, dressed for leaving the house.
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