Muir.
"You have a stanch champion in Henry," said Graydon.
"You wouldn't have him take sides against a woman?"
"Oh, no, but you have become so abundantly able to take care of
yourself that he might remain neutral."
"When you all begin to talk English again I'll join in, and now
merely remark that I am grateful to you, Madge, for taking care of the
children. Jack was good with the nurse, too, and I've had a splendid
nap."
"I'm evidently the delinquent," laughed Graydon, "and have led the way
in a conversation that has been as bad as whispering in company. What
will become of me? You are not going to church to-night, Madge?"
"I did not expect to. If your conscience needs soothing--"
"Oh, no, no. My conscience has been seared with a hot iron--a cold
one, I mean. The effects are just the same."
At the supper-room door they were met by Dr. Sommers, with a world of
comical trouble in his face, and he drew Madge aside.
"What's a man to do?" he began. "Here's our choir-leader sick, and the
rest won't chirp without him. I can't sing any more than I can dance.
You can--sing, I mean--both, for that matter. I'd give the best
cast of a fly I ever had to take you out in a reel. Well, here's the
trouble.
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