"
"Yes--but I can go to him?" Damaris asked.
"Darling--of course. But I would try to follow his lead, if I were
you--treat it all lightly, since he so wishes. Your father knows best in
most things--and may know best in this. Please God it is so."
Left alone with Carteret.
"I am anxious--most cruelly anxious about my brother," she said.
While Damaris, sweeping across the hall and down the corridor in her
sunshine silken dress, repeated:
"The ponies--the smugglers' ponies," a sob in her throat.
CHAPTER VII
TELLING HOW CHARLES VERITY LOOKED ON THE MOTHER OF HIS SON
"Which is equivalent to saying, 'Hear the conclusion of the whole
matter,' isn't it, McCabe?"
Dr. McCabe's square, hairy-backed hands fumbled with the stethoscope as
he pushed it into his breast pocket, and, in replying, his advertised
cheerfulness rang somewhat false.
"Not so fast, Sir Charles--in the good Lord's name, not so fast. While
there's life there's hope, it's me settled opinion. I'm never for signing
a patient's death-warrant before the blessed soul of him's entirely
parted company with its mortal tenement of clay.
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