husband through other people's consent; it irritated her to
see the girl's understanding of the case, and her competent arrangements
for her patient's comfort. If Vincent had showed any disposition to
revolt, Adelaide would have pleaded with him to submit; but as it was,
she watched his docility with a scornful eye.
"That girl rules you with a rod of iron," she said one day. But even then
Vincent did not rouse himself.
"She knows her business," he said admiringly.
To any other invalid Adelaide could have been a soothing visitor, could
have adapted the quick turns of her mind to the relaxed attention of
the sick; but, honestly enough, there seemed to her an impertinence,
almost an insult, in treating Vincent in such a way. The result was
that her visits were exhausting, and she knew it. And yet, she said to
herself, he was ill, not insane; how could she conceal from him the
happenings of every day? Vincent would be the last person to be
grateful to her for that.
She saw him one day grow pale; his eyes began to close. She had made up
her mind to leave him when Miss Gregory came in, and with a quicker eye
and a more active habit of mind, said at once:
"I think Mr. Farron has had enough excitement for one day."
Adelaide smiled up at the girl almost insolently.
"Is a visit from a wife an excitement?" she asked. Miss Gregory was
perfectly grave.
"The greatest," she said.
Adelaide yielded to her own irritation.
"Well," she said, "I shan't stay much longer."
"It would be better if you went now, I think, Mrs. Farron."
Adelaide looked at Vincent. It was silly of him, she thought, to pretend
he didn't hear. She bent over him.
"Your nurse is driving me away from you, dearest," she murmured.
He opened his eyes and took her hand.
"Come back to-morrow early--as early as you can," he said.
She never remembered his siding against her before, and she swept out
into the hallway, saying to herself that it was childish to be annoyed at
the whims of an invalid.
Miss Gregory had followed her.
"Mrs. Farron," she said, "do you mind my suggesting that for the present
it would be better not to talk to Mr. Farron about anything that might
worry him, even trifles?"
Adelaide laughed.
"You know very little of Mr. Farron," she said, "if you think he worries
over trifles."
"Any one worries over trifles when he is in a nervous state."
Adelaide passed by without answering, passed by as if she had not hear
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