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Chapter 19
’Isthereapain?Dotryandtellmewhereithurtsyou.Dotellme!’
Noanswer!
’Ohdear,ohdear!ThenI’lltelephonetoSheffieldforDrCarrington,andDrLeckymayaswellrunroundstraightaway.’
Shewasmovingtothedoor,whenhesaidinahollowtone:
’No!’
Shestoppedandgazedathim.Hisfacewasyellow,blank,andlikethefaceofanidiot.
’Doyoumeanyou’dratherIdidn’tfetchthedoctor?’
’Yes!Idon’twanthim,’camethesepulchralvoice.
’Oh,butSirClifford,you’reill,andIdaren’ttaketheresponsibility.Imustsendforthedoctor,orIshallbeblamed.’
Apause:thenthehollowvoicesaid:
’I’mnotill.Mywifeisn’tcomingback.’Itwasasifanimagespoke.
’Notcomingback?youmeanherladyship?’MrsBoltonmovedalittlenearertothebed.’Oh,don’tyoubelieveit.Youcantrustherladyshiptocomeback.’
Theimageinthebeddidnotchange,butitpushedaletteroverthecounterpane.
’Readit!’saidthesepulchralvoice.
’Why,ifit’saletterfromherladyship,I’msureherladyshipwouldn’twantmetoreadherlettertoyou,SirClifford.Youcantellmewhatshesays,ifyouwish.’
’Readit!’repeatedthevoice.
’Why,ifImust,Idoittoobeyyou,SirClifford,’shesaid.Andshereadtheletter.
’Well,Iam,surprisedatherladyship,’shesaid.’Shepromisedsofaithfullyshe’dcomeback!’
Thefaceinthebedseemedtodeepenitsexpressionofwild,butmotionlessdistraction.MrsBoltonlookedatitandwasworried.Sheknewwhatshewasupagainst:malehysteria.
