He was
very careful to choose men with thick black moustaches.
Bright and early, Courtney repaired to the house on the hill.
His progress was slow. Aside from the effort it cost him to walk,
he was delayed all along the route by anxious, perturbed citizens
who either complimented him on his bravery or advised him to "look
out for that cut" on his cheek, or he'd have "a tough time if
blood-poisoning set in."
Mrs. Strong admitted him.
"Well, when will she be able to see me?" he demanded on being
informed that Alix was in no condition to see any one.
"I can't say," said Mrs. Strong shortly.
"Have you had the doctor in to see her?"
"No."
"Well, that's rather strange, isn't it?"
"Not at all, Mr. Thane. She isn't ill. She has had a shock,--same
as I have had,--and she'll get over it in good time."
"You seem to have survived the shock remarkably well, Mrs. Strong,"
he said with unmistakable irony.
"How is the scratch on your face?" she asked, ignoring the remark.
"Amounts to nothing," he replied, almost gruffly. "I'll write a
little note to Alix, if you'll be so good as to take it up to her."
"Very well. I'll see that she gets it. Will you write it here?"
"If you don't mind. I'll wait in case she wants to send down an
answer."
"I'll get you some paper and pen and ink," said she.
"Some paper, that's all. I have a fountain pen.
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