Miller feels about it,
that Miller wouldn't be able to be out for a week to come yet.'
MRS. ROBERTS: 'Oh, how ridiculous you are, Doctor!'
BEMIS, rising feebly from his chair: 'Well, now that it's all
explained, Mrs. Roberts, I think I'd better go home; and if you'll
kindly have them telephone for a carriage--'
MRS. ROBERTS: 'NO, indeed, Mr. Bemis! We shall not let you go.
Why, the IDEA! You must stay and take dinner with us, just the
same.'
BEMIS: 'But in this state--'
MRS. ROBERTS: 'Oh, never mind the STATE. You look perfectly well;
and if you insist upon going, I shall know that you bear a grudge
against Edward for not arresting him. Wait! We can put you in
perfect order in just a second.' She flies out of the room, and
then comes swooping back with a needle and thread, a fresh white
necktie, a handkerchief, and a hair-brush. 'There! I can't let you
go to Edward's dressing-room, because he's there himself, and the
children are in mine, and we've had to put the new maid in the
guest-chamber--you ARE rather cramped in flats, that's true; that's
the worst of them--but if you don't mind having your toilet made in
public, like the King of France--'
BEMIS, entering into the spirit of it: 'Not the least; but--' He
laughs, and drops back into his chair.
MRS. ROBERTS, distributing the brush to young Mr. Bemis, and the tie
to his wife, and dropping upon her knees before Mr.
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