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sses of that woman's nature。 The fact was； Ethel had slaved unceasingly； but unseen； for the patient above stairs。 See him she would not。 Day after day； she invented fresh excuses to ward off her mother's suggestions of a call on the invalid； but also； day by day； she invented fresh delicacies to tempt the appetite dulled by months of army biscuit and bully beef。 And； meanwhile； she was waiting。
Rather to her surprise； no message came down to her from the invalid's room。 She had supposed as a matter of course that Weldon would intuitively recognize the source of the dainties which reached him anonymously。 Man…fashion； however； he could see no reason that his beef tea and his wine jelly should be the work of different hands。 He devoured them both； and reflected thankfully upon the skill of the Kaffir cook。 Mr。 Dent had been scrupulously literal in carrying out the commands laid upon him by his daughter。 He had left in Weldon's mind no doubt whatsoever about the truth of his statement that Mrs。 Dent alone had been responsible for the invalid's present quarters。 Weldon had lavished thanks upon Mrs。 Dent； and she had received them without demur； as her own lawful property。 Even now； he was at a loss whether his recovery was more owing to Mrs。 Dent or to the nurse。 Each had given to him a large share of her vitality。
From a distance； he could follow Ethel's doings； could assure himself that his presence was no apparent check upon her happiness。 Now it was the muffled whirr of the bell； followed by low voices from the room beneath。 Now it was the roll of the carriage； bearing her away to dine or to dance； and leaving Weldon to lie and count the minutes until she returned。 Now it was her light footstep on the stairs； or； but this was only at long intervals； her hushed voice in the hallway outside his door。 At first； he used to lie and hold his breath； while he waited for her to open the door of his room。 By degrees； however； he ceased to expect her。 And； as the expectation died away； he chafed increasingly at the slowness of his recovery。 Anything to get out of that house！ She treated him as he would have scorned to treat an invalid dog who had taken refuge in his stable。
All this came slowly。 For two endless weeks； Weldon lay unconscious。 For two more endless weeks； he raved in delirium。 Happily； his nurse was a discreet woman。 She discouraged the visits of Mrs。 Dent and her husband； offered the excuse that strange faces excited the invalid； and only admitted them during his brief intervals of sleep。 Meanwhile； she used all her professional principles to keep herself from trying to solve the problem before her eyes。 Upstairs was a man sick unto death； a man who raved ceaselessly of the daughter of the house。 Downstairs； the daughter of the house was going her accustomed way； with never a question in regard to the man above。 What had happened？ How； if anything had happened； how did he chance to be in that home； with Mrs。 Dent as his devoted and anxious slave？ Resolutely； she fell to studying her temperature charts。 Her specialty was fever； not heart disease。
A week after the tide had turned； Carew had been allowed to spend a short half…hour with the invalid。 The next day； by advice of the nurse； Mr。 Dent telephoned to him to come again。 Something； whether in his personality or in his talk； had been of tonic power over Weldon。 It seemed wise to repeat the experiment。
Carew came on the heels of his own voice through the telephone； and his face was smiling broadly； as he went leaping up the stairs。 After all； it had not been in vain； his quixotic lingering in Cape Town for a weary month after receiving his discharge。 Weldon and he had been good friends through thick and thin； it would have been beastly to leave him。 And now； after all these useless weeks； he could at least do something to lighten the convalescence。 Moreover； Carew's pocket held three letters； received that very noon； one of grudging approval from his son…sick mother； one of chaotic； but heartfelt thanks from Mrs。 Weldon； and the third one an affirmative answer to a telegram he had sent to Alice Mellen； only the night before。 He went into Weldon's room； looking； as he felt； the embodiment of happiness and health。
He hailed Weldon from the threshold。 Tidings like his could wait during no interchange of mere conventional greetings。 Weldon heard him to the end； congratulated him； demanded the repetition of all the details。 Then； when Carew's excitement had quite spent itself； Weldon drew a letter from underneath his pillow。
〃It came； this morning；〃 he added laconically。
Carew seized the letter and ran his eye down the page。 Then his face lighted。
〃Nunc dimittis！〃 he said piously。 〃It's sure to be yours！ Have you told Miss Dent？〃
〃I've not seen Miss Dent。〃
Carew's face fell。
〃Not yet？ But you will。 And then you will tell her？〃
Weldon's lips straightened into a thin line。 He shook his head。
〃But she ought to know。〃
〃Why？〃
〃It is her right。〃
〃Why？〃 Weldon asked again。
〃Becauseit is。 It might make some difference in〃
Weldon stopped him abruptly。
〃It could make no difference； Carew。 In facing the main question； such things as that don't count。 Even if they did； though；〃 he rose on his elbow and faced his friend steadily； 〃even if they did； I would never consent to try to bribe a girl into loving me； by telling her I had won the V。 C。 It will be time enough for Miss Dent to hear of it； when it is given。〃
〃But you will be in England then；〃 Carew objected practically。
Weldon lay down again and drew the sheet upward till its shadow lay across his lips。
〃What matter？〃 he answered slowly。 〃And； besides； Miss Dent isn't the girl to be won in any such way as that。 Hers is a love to be given； not bought。〃
Half an hour later； Carew met Ethel on the stairs。 As he halted to speak to her； he was shocked at the look in her face。 The lips were smiling； but the eyes were the eyes of a hunted animal。
〃So long since we have met！〃 he said； as he took her hand。 〃And so much has happened。〃
〃Yes。 I have been hoping to congratulate you；〃 she answered。
〃It was a stunning letter you wrote me；〃 he said boyishly。 〃I suppose we are cousins now。〃
Then there came a little pause。 Before either of them quite realized it； the pause had lengthened until it was hard to break。
〃I have been up to see the invalid；〃 he blurted out at last。
〃How is he？〃 the girl inquired courteously。
〃Better。〃 Then a sudden note of resentment crept into Carew's honest voice。 〃He is counting the days now before he can be moved。 He says your mother has been wonderfully good to him。〃
The girl stood aside to let Carew pass her by。
〃She is good to everybody；〃 she assented quietly。 〃I hope Mr。 Weldon won't think of going away until he can be moved with perfect safety。 It is really no trouble to have him here； and the nurse is very capable。〃
And Carew bowed in agreement。 Once outside the door； however； he freed his mind； tersely and with vigor。
〃Damn the nurse！〃 he said to the oak tree； as he passed it。
CHAPTER TWENTY…SIX
〃There's a true Heart in the West World； that is beating still for me； Ever praying in the