Good God! She caught her skirts up in her hand and flew down the steps

and out into the garden. At the gate, under the lacey roof of locust

leaves, she stood motionless, straining her ears. All was still. How

long ago was it that he had rushed away? More than an hour. Oh, no,

no; he could not have meant--! But all the same, she must find him:

"I have had enough of it." Under her breath she called his name.

Silence. She told herself distractedly that she was a fool, but

a moment later she fled down the hill. She must find Dr. King; he

would know what to do.

She was panting when she reached his gate, and after she had rung and

was beating upon the door with the palm of her hand, she had to cling

to the knob for support.

"Oh come; oh, hurry! Hurry!" she said, listening to Mrs. King's

deliberate step on the oilcloth of the hall.

"Where is Dr. King?" she gasped, as the door opened; "I want Dr.

King!"

Martha, in her astonishment at this white-faced creature with skirts

draggled by the dew and dust of the grass-fringed road, started back,

the flame of the lamp she carried flickering and jumping in the

draught. "What is the matter? Is David--"

"Oh, where is Dr. King? Please--please! I want Dr. King--"

William by this time was in the hall, and when he saw her face he,

too, said: "David?"

"No. It's--May I speak to you a moment? In the office? I am alarmed

about--something."

She brushed past Mrs. King, who was still gaping at the suddenness of

this apparition from the night, and followed the doctor into the

little room on the left of the passage. Martha, deeply affronted, saw

the door shut in her face.

As for Mrs. Richie, she stood panting in the darkness of the office: "I am very much frightened. Sam Wright has just left me, and--"

William King, scratching a match under the table and fumbling with the

lamp chimney, laughed. "Is that all? I thought somebody had hung

himself."

"Oh, Dr. King," she cried, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"

He put out his friendly hand and led her to a chair. "Now, Mrs.

Richie," he said in his comforting voice, "sit down here, and get your

breath. There's nothing the matter with that scalawag, I assure you.

Has he been making himself a nuisance? I'll kick him!"




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