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“Andyouthinkaninchortwolessofhernow。”TherewasalittletremorinWinterborne’svoiceashespoke。
“Well。”saidthedoctor,withrecoveredwarmth,“IamnotsosurethatIthinklessofher。Atfirstitwasasortofblow;but,dammy!I’llstickupforher。She’scharming,everyinchofher!”
“Sosheis。”saidWinterborne,“butnottome。”
Fromthisambiguousexpressionofthereticentwoodlander’s,Dr。
FitzpiersinferredthatGilesdislikedMissMelburybecauseofsomehaughtinessinherbearingtowardshim,andhad,onthataccount,withheldhername。Thesuppositiondidnottendtodiminishhisadmirationforher。
Grace’sexhibitionofherself,intheactofpulling-tothewindow-curtains,hadbeentheresultofanunfortunateincidentinthehousethatday——nothinglessthantheillnessofGrammerOliver,awomanwhohadnevertillnowlaindownforsuchareasoninherlife。Likeotherstowhomunbrokenyearsofhealthhasmadetheideaofkeepingtheirbedalmostasrepugnantasdeathitself,shehadcontinuedonfoottillsheliterallyfellonthefloor;andthoughshehad,asyet,beenscarcelyadayoffduty,shehadsickenedintoquiteadifferentpersonagefromtheindependentGrammeroftheyardandspar-house。Illasshewas,ononepointshewasfirm。Onnoaccountwouldsheseeadoctor;
inotherwords,Fitzpiers。
TheroominwhichGracehadbeendiscernedwasnotherown,buttheoldwoman’s。Onthegirl’swaytobedshehadreceivedamessagefromGrammer,totheeffectthatshewouldmuchliketospeaktoherthatnight。
Graceentered,andsetthecandleonalowchairbesidethebed,sothattheprofileofGrammerasshelaycastitselfinakeenshadowuponthewhitenedwall,herlargeheadbeingstillfurthermagnifiedbyanenormousturban,whichwas,really,herpetticoatwoundinawreathroundhertemples。Graceputtheroomalittleinorder,andapproachingthesickwoman,said,“Iamcome,Grammer,asyouwish。Doletussendforthedoctorbeforeitgetslater。”
“Iwillnothavehim。”saidGrammerOliver,decisively。
“Thensomebodytositupwithyou。”
“Can’tabearit!No;Iwantedtoseeyou,MissGrace,because’chhavesomethingonmymind。DearMissGrace,ITOOKTHATMONEYOF
THEDOCTOR,AFTERALL!”
“Whatmoney?”
“Thetenpounds。”
Gracedidnotquiteunderstand。
“Thetenpoundsheofferedmeformyhead,becauseI’vealargebrain。IsignedapaperwhenItookthemoney,notfeelingconcernedaboutitatall。Ihavenotlikedtotellyethatitwasreallysettledwithhim,becauseyoushowedsuchhorroratthenotion。Well,havingthoughtitovermoreatlength,IwishI
hadn’tdoneit;anditweighsuponmymind。JohnSouth’sdeathoffearaboutthetreemakesmethinkthatIshalldieofthis。’Chhavebeengoingtoaskhimagaintoletmeoff,butIhadn’ttheface。”
“Why?”
“I’vespentsomeofthemoney——more’ntwopoundso’t。Itdowherritmeterribly;andIshalldieo’thethoughtofthatpape