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s Bradshaw who speaks--"when I had to make up my mind to give it up. But it couldn't be helped!" He speaks without reserve, but as of an unbearable subject; in fact, Sally said afterwards to Tishy, "it seemed as if he was going to cry." He doesn't cry, though, but goes on: "At one time I really thought I should have gone and jumped into the river." "Why didn't you?" asks Sally. "I should have." "Yes, silly Sally!" says Laetitia; "and then you would have swum like a fish. And the police would have pulled you out. And you would have looked ridiculous!" But Sally is off on a visit to her mother in the next room. "Tired, mammy darling?" She kisses her, and her mother answers: "Yes, love, a little," and kisses her back. "Doesn't he play _beautifully_, mother?" says Sally. But her mother says "Yes" absently. Her attention is taken off by something else. What is wrong with Mr. Fenwick? Sally doesn't think anything is. It's only his way. "I'm sure there's something wrong," says Mrs. Nightingale, and gets up to go into the front-room rather wearily. "I shall go to bed soon, poppet," she says, "and leave you to do the honours. Is anything wrong, doctor?" She speaks under her voice to Vereker, looking very slightly round at Fenwick, who, after the movement that alarmed her--a rather unusually marked head-shake and pressure of his hands on his eyes--is standing looking down at the fire, on the rug with his back to her, as she speaks to Vereker. "I fancy he's had what he calls a recurrence," says the doctor. "Nothing to hurt. These half-recollections will go on until the memory comes back in earnest. It may some time." "Are you talking about me, doctor?" His attention may have been caught by a reflection in a glass before him. "Yes, it was a very queer recurrence. Something about lawn-tennis. Only it had to do with what Miss Wilson said about the police fishing Sally out of the water." He looks round for Miss Wilson, but she is at the other end of the room on a sofa talking to Bradshaw about the Strad, as recorded once before. Sally testifies: "Tishy said it wouldn't work--trying to drown yourself if you could swim. No more it would." "But why should that make me think of lawn-tennis? It did." He looks seriously distressed by it--can make nothing out. "Kitten," says Sally's mother to her suddenly, "I think I shall go away to bed. I'm feeling very tired." She says good-night comprehensively, and depar
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