She would _not_. She would be afraid of them--of
both of them.
If they loved her, they would stay with her. They wouldn't go away and
leave her to be afraid--alone and crying in the dark, with all of those
dead voices.
* * * * * *
Emily tapped at the door. Came in. "My dear, my dear--. Oh, my poor
little Jean."
* * * * * *
After a long time her father was there, and he was giving her a white
tablet and a drink of water.
"It will quiet her nerves, Emily. I didn't dream that she would take
it like this."
CHAPTER XIV
SHINING SOULS
The next morning Jean was ill. Derry, having the news conveyed to him
over the telephone, rushed in to demand tragically of Dr. McKenzie,
"Was it my fault?"
"It was the fault of too much excitement. Seventh heaven with you for
hours, and then my news on top of it."
"What news?"
The Doctor explained. "It is going to tear me to pieces if she takes
it like this. She was half-delirious all night, and begged and
begged--"
"She doesn't want you to go?"
The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair.
Pages:
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190