"Besides," said Calder, "there is always a possibility of a cure."
"There is no such possibility," said Durrance, with a decision which
quite startled his companion. "You know that as well as I do;" and he
added with a laugh, "You needn't start so guiltily. I haven't overheard
a word of any of your conversations about me."
"Then what in the world makes you think that there's no chance?"
"The voice of every doctor who has encouraged me to hope. Their
words--yes--their words tell me to visit specialists in Europe, and not
lose heart, but their voices give the lie to their words. If one cannot
see, one can at all events hear."
Calder looked thoughtfully at his friend. This was not the only occasion
on which of late Durrance had surprised his friends by an unusual
acuteness. Calder glanced uncomfortably at the letter which he was still
holding in his hand.
"When was that letter written?" said Durrance, suddenly; and
immediately upon the question he asked another, "What makes you jump?"
Calder laughed and explained hastily. "Why, I was looking at the letter
at the moment when you asked, and your question came so pat that I could
hardly believe you did not see what I was doing.
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