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"But, I say, what an impostor the fellow is! Everyone knows about Dr. Wade, but no one connects him in the smallest degree with Hereford Wingarde. It shouldn't be allowed to go on. You ought to tell the town-crier." Nina tried to laugh, but it was a somewhat dismal effort. "Come along!" said Archie cheerily. "There's my mother over there; she has been wondering where you were."
The horse was as quiet as a lamb." "And the boy?" Nina asked eagerly. "Oh, the boy!" Wingarde said. "His case is more serious. He was taken to the Wade Home. I went with him. I happen to know Wade." "That's the West End physician," said Archie. "He calls himself Wade, I know, when he wants to be incog." "That's the man," said Wingarde. "But I am not acquainted with him as the West End physician.
Wingarde, who came to see the boy who was knocked down by a hansom last week. Madam, this is Dr. Wade." She went forward to lift the child out of Wingarde's arms. There followed a silence, a brief, hard-strung silence. Nina stood quite still. Her hands were unconsciously clasped together. She was white to the lips. But she kept her eyes raised to Wingarde's face.
"I will marry you," she said "for your money." "I thought you would," Wingarde said very quietly. He stood looking down at her bent head and white shoulders. There were sparkles of light in her hair that shone as precious metal shines in ore. Her hands were both fast gripped upon the ironwork on which she leant.
Her lips quivered a little, but when she spoke her voice was absolutely steady. She held her head resolutely high. "I think Archie must have forgotten to thank you," she said, "for what you did. But I have not. Will you accept my gratitude?" There was proud humility in her voice. But Wingarde only shrugged his shoulders with a sneer.
Wingarde saw him off, with the scoffing smile upon his lips. When he returned to the drawing-room Nina was on her feet, waiting for him. She was still unusually pale, and her eyes were very bright. She wore a restless, startled look, as though her nerves were on the stretch. Wingarde glanced at her. "You had better go and lie down till dinner," he said. Nina looked back at him.
"You implied that I was not a suitable escort for your wife," Archie said, forcing himself to speak without vehemence. Wingarde raised his eyebrows. "I apologize if I was too emphatic," he said, after a moment. "But, considering the circumstances, I am forced to tell you that I do not consider you a suitable escort for my wife." "What circumstances?" said Archie.
He embarrassed her, and she strongly resented being embarrassed. Wingarde at once rose also. He looked more massive than usual, almost as if braced for a particular effort. "Going already?" he said. "Good-night!" "Good-night!" said Nina. She glanced at him with momentary indecision. Then she held out her hand. He took it and kept it.
When finally they succeeded in doing so, they found Wingarde stooping over the unconscious victim of the accident. He had satisfied himself that the boy lived, and was feeling rapidly for broken bones. Becoming aware of Nina's presence, he looked up with a frown. Then, seeing her piteous face, he refrained from uttering the curt rebuke that had risen to his lips. "I want you to go home," he said.
He waited with a sneer on his lips while Archie returned and took up his stand facing him. "You seem very sure of yourself," he said in a quiet tone. "I am," Archie said doggedly. "Absolutely sure. You think I am in love with your wife, don't you?" Wingarde frowned heavily. "Are you going to throw dust in my eyes?" he asked contemptuously. Archie locked his hands behind him.
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