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The nurse knows what she is about; that is," swiftly she corrected herself; "she would, if Doctor Keltridge would let her alone. If anything does happen to the child, it will be through you." "Through me?" Brenton whitened. "Yes," Katharine answered, reckless of her husband's hurt, reckless, too, of the probable state of his nerves, after his all-night vigil.
Brenton is brilliant; but his mind works in a series of swift flashes, and the flashes dazzle him till they spoil all of his perspective. Instead of taking them for what they are, mere sparks flying from the ends of broken mental contact, he thinks that they are errant gleams of universal truth, vouchsafed to him alone.
Brenton pressed a youth there who "appeared to be a seafaring man," but turned out to be an exempt city apprentice, he was promptly arrested and deprived of his sword, the mayor making no bones of telling him that his warrant was "useless in Rochester." Save on a single occasion, already incidentally referred to, civic Liverpool treated the gang with uniform kindness.
There is no use in our talking about the matter here. Let us follow Stratton, and see what comes of the interview." "I think I prefer to go alone," said Brenton, coldly. "Oh, as you like, as you like," answered the other, shortly. "I thought you wanted my help in this affair; but if you don't, I am sure I shan't intrude." "That's all right," said Brenton; "come along.
His sermon ended, Brenton bowed his head in a benediction which, in his heart, he sent most earnestly upon his wife. Perchance the selfsame hour that saw his self-vindication should also see the rending of the veil of non-comprehension which had fallen down between the two of them. The luncheon hour, however, brought with it disillusion. Over the luncheon, Kathryn spoke.
'Twas potato salad, too, symbolic of the soil whence she had sprung." But Olive held up her hand for mercy. "Reed, you are a most impossible type of invalid. If you keep on like this, I'll tell Mrs. Brenton that you'd love to have her come and sing hymns to you." "Olive! For " And then his curiosity overcame his consternation. "Can she sing?" he queried. "Very prettily."
Up to the very hour of their talk, the callow little curate had gained no inkling of what his rector had been passing through. To his young mind, the experience was no less cruel to himself than it had been to Brenton. It shocked him unspeakably to find that any man had dared to tear up that pattern and draft a fresh one for himself.
The horrible thought struck Brenton that she imagined he was sleeping soundly, and was anxious not to awaken him for of course she could have no realization of the nightmare he was in so once again he tried to communicate with her. He spoke her name over and over again, but she proceeded quietly with her preparations for the night.
The different cadence, coupled with the unexpected use of Brenton's given name, brought light to Dolph Dennison. "Damn!" he remarked succinctly, letting go the knocker with which he had been hoping to put an end to the discussion. "It's Mrs. Brenton!"
"You must see the laboratory here, Mr. Brenton, if you care for such things. Girls? Oh, yes, of course; but you'll soon get past regarding that as any handicap. In fact, according to Professor Opdyke, it is one of the best equipped laboratories in the country." But Brenton's attention had wandered from the fact, caught by one of the minor details which surrounded it.
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