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Now that you are home you must let him see what he can do for you." Mrs. Coombe's pouting lips lengthened into a hard line. "I won't see a doctor. And that's flat." "Are you feeling better, then?" As was always the case, her mother's perversity dissipated Esther's sympathy and left her tone cold.
Her name was Miss Philps. Coombe never got behind that. No one could ever boast that she knew more of Miss Philps than her name. She was, and remains to this day, a mystery. There are people like that, although this was Coombe's first experience of one. Miss Philps was not a recluse. Everywhere Mrs. Coombe went, Miss Philps went too. Even Esther was not more assiduous in her attentions.
"They usually go to sleep at seven, I believe," remarked Coombe, "but of course I am not an authority." Robin was not asleep, though she had long been in bed with her eyes closed. She had heard Andrews say to her sister Anne: "Lord Coombe's the reason. She does not want her boy to see or speak to him, so she whisked him back to Scotland."
Mary Coombe's little gurgle of amusement had a note of cruelty in it, for she alone of all these women had guessed why the Rev. Angus Macnair should have taken Esther's escapade so much to heart. She knew, too, that the minister had no chance, but the idea of a rival was novel and entertaining. Could Esther really have taken a fancy to this young doctor?
"She's gone to get dressed," she said abruptly, indicating with a backward gesture Mrs. Coombe's retiring figure. "Well?" "For him. She's gone to get dressed for him." Esther was puzzled. "Why shouldn't she? Oh, I forget you didn't know! It's quite a romance. Mother used to know Dr. Callandar when she was a girl. 'We twa hae rin aboot the braes, you know. Only it seems so funny. Fancy, Dr.
But I guess I can slip over to Mrs. Coombe's or if I see Jane I can give the parcel to her." "No!" Miss Milligan seemed struck with a sudden hesitancy. "You must not give it to Jane, you must give it to Mrs. Coombe. Dear me, I believe I had better take it myself." Without listening to the boy's polite protests she hurried off again. Bubble gazed after her with relieved astonishment.
Gareth-Lawless than the Duchess herself did. She had heard of the child who was kept out of sight, and she had been somewhat disgusted by a vague story of Lord Coombe's abnormal interest in it and the ugly hint that he had an object in view. It was too unpleasantly morbid to be true of a man her mother had known for years.
The serious-looking man without livery returned almost immediately. He led Mademoiselle into a room like a sort of study or apartment given up to business matters. Mademoiselle Valle had never seen Lord Coombe's ceremonial evening effect more flawless. Tall, thin and finely straight, he waited in the centre of the room.
It was during the first years of her enforced seclusion that Coombe's intimacy with her began. He had known her during certain black days of his youth, and she had comprehended things he did not tell her. She had not spoken of them to him but she had silently given him of something which vaguely drew him to her side when darkness seemed to overwhelm him.
She intended that her countenance should remain non-committal, but, when she lifted her head, she met Coombe's eyes and realized that perhaps it had not. She added to her whisper nursery instructions in a voice of sugar. "Be pretty mannered, Miss Robin, my dear, and shake hands with his lordship."
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