The half-mystical life was telling upon him, becoming a burden.
"Oh, at first I said the surprise of knowing he lived had made her, made
Joan Moss, ill. It took nearly six months to cover that, and I did some
good writing during that period. Then I told him there were things to
settle; then, fear for his safety overpowered her: dread of being
tracked. And since then--well, since then there has been silence. Can
you not understand? His pride has asserted itself at last. If she will
not communicate with him herself, he will have none of me; none of you.
Has he ever said a word about her to--you?"
"Never," Priscilla answered.
"But," Boswell went on, "I notice a change in him; an almost feverish
impatience. I fear he doubts me--after all these years!"
"And when he knows?"
The man by the fire shrank deeper in his chair.
"When he knows?" he repeated. "Why, then he will have an opportunity to
understand my life-long devotion, my gratitude, my love! That is all."
CHAPTER XVI
"For real emergencies," Doctor Ledyard once remarked to Helen Travers,
"give me the nervous, high-strung women.
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