ot, he is a busy man, and we have no claim on his time.
Channing himself wants to go down to the neighborhood of genuine
doctors, I fancy. He seems to be alarmed for fear of blood-poison
developing." Despite himself, Philip's lip curled a little.
"I don't believe you're one bit sorry for Mr. Channing!"
"Now that you mention it," murmured Philip, "I don't believe I am. It
serves him damned right!" He turned on his heel and left the room.
But later when she came out to him, dressed and abjectly penitent, he
spoke more gently. "Jacky dear, I've got to interfere once more in
something that is perhaps not my business. How do matters stand between
you and our author friend? Has he decided yet whether he wants to marry
you?"
The hot blood rushed into her cheeks. "Why--why, I don't know," she
stammered, "He never--Philip Benoix, that certainly is _not_ your
business! The idea!"
"Whatever is your mother's business I make mine," he said quietly.
"Jacqueline, since you have tied my hands, I want you to promise me one
thing. As soon as you get back, I want you to tell your mother
everything about this affair with Channing."
Her head went up angrily. "I'll promise no such thing! What has mother
to do with it? When Mr. Channing is ready," she said very stiffly, "I
daresay he will speak to my mother himself, without any prompting from
you."
It was her turn to walk away, outraged dignity in every motion.
Philip looked after her ruefully. "Of course she won't tell Kate, and I
can't, and it would never occur to that dear woman to watch one of her
own daughters.--I do wish," he muttered, "that Jemima were at home!"
It was an odd fact that many people who usually took young Jemima
Kildare's existence very much for granted had a way of wishing for her
suddenly when any emergency arose.
Jacqueline's dignity did not carry her far. She came back in a moment to
ask humbly, "How am I ever to get Mr. Channing down to the railroad? He
can't ride, and wheels are out of the question on that rough trail.
Philip, really, he'll _have_ to stay here till the wound is healed. It
won't be any trouble for the teacher. I'll look after him myself."
"I think not," said Philip, grimly. "You will be safe at Storm by
nightfall."
"You don't seem to realize that he is terribly wounded!"
"By no means 'terribly.' The school-teacher--who seems to be a capable
person as well as a 'dear'--has made a very good job of removing the
bullet, and
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