Although I'm sure now.
If I ever see Doctor look at her, I'll know. You see, I know how
he'd look if he looked that way. I've kept hoping--but I guess I'd
better take my ticket, Yours,
"MARY."
This letter satisfactorily explains the loss, some weeks later, of
Dr. Rogers' capable nurse--a matter which he, himself, could never
understand.
CHAPTER XXVIII
Desire was smiling as she left Dr. Rogers' office. It was a smile
compounded of derision and relief--a shamefaced smile which admitted
an opinion of herself very far from flattering.
So occupied was she with her mental reactions that she had no
attention to spare for the opposite side of the street and therefore
missed the slightly peculiar action of her husband-by-courtesy.
Professor Spence, when he had first caught sight of his wife had
automatically paused, as if to call or cross over. It had become
their friendly habit to inform each other of their daily plans and a
cheery "whither away?" had risen naturally to the professor's lips.
It rose to them, but did not leave them, for, in the intervening
instant, he had grasped the fact of Desire's smiling abstraction and
had sought its explanation in the place from which she had come.
desire calling at old Bones' office at this hour of the morning?
Before he had recovered from the surprise of it, she had passed.
Time, which seems so mighty, is sometimes quite negligible. The most
amazing mental illuminations may occupy only the fraction of a
second.
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