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Rh Mrs. Beever was silent a while. "She isn't. She hasn't gone to him. That was for me."

Tony looked at her in wonder. "Your operations are rapid," he repeated. "But I found her under the unmistakable effect of a blow."

"I found her exactly as usual."

"Well, that also was for you," said Tony. "Her disappointment's a secret."

"Then I'm much obliged to you for mentioning it."

"I did so to defend her against your bad account of her. But the whole thing's obscure," the young man added with sudden weariness. "I give it up!"

"I don't—I shall straighten it out." Mrs. Beever spoke with high decision. "But I must see your wife first."

"Rather!—she's waiting all this while." He had already opened the door. As she reached it she stopped again. "Shall I find the Doctor with her?"

"Yes, by her request."

"Then how is she?"

"Maddening!" Tony exclaimed; after which, as his visitor echoed the word, he went on: "I mean in