"Oh!" she exclaimed at length in profound agitation, "that explains
so many things! I never thought of this, but I've often wondered. I
understand now."
She paused, struggling to control herself. Then, not without
dignity, in the tone and with the face that are natural at such
moments only to a woman here and there; the nobler of her sex, she
added:
"I can't go to the hospital. Someone else must tell me about him. I
can't go."
"I shall have time to call on my way," said Gammon, "and I could
send you a wire."
"Will you? I can't go."
She sobbed, but quietly, hiding her face in her hands. Gammon, more
distressed by her emotion than he had ever felt at the sight of a
woman weeping, did his clumsy best to solace her. He would call at
the hospital straight away and telegraph the news as soon as
possible. And anything else he could learn about Lord Polperro
should be made known to her without delay. He wrote on a piece of
paper the address in Sloane Street, and that of the house in
Stanhope Gardens. On the point of departure something occurred to
him that it was wise to say.
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