Rambert's
insolent assumption that the rector was to blame. If she could
only have laid hands on that letter, she would have consulted her
husband's dignity and independence by putting it in the fire! She
hoped and prayed the number of the paper might not be found! In
fact, it was certain that the number, after all these years,
could not possibly be hunted up. The idea of his acknowledging
himself to be in the wrong in that way, when he knew himself to
be in the right! It was almost ridiculous--no, it was _quite_
ridiculous! And she threw herself back on the sofa, and suddenly
burst out laughing.
At the first word of remonstrance which fell from her husband's
lips her mood changed again in an instant. She sprang up once
more, kissed him passionately, with the tears streaming from her
eyes, and implored him to leave her alone to recover herself. He
quitted the room so seriously alarmed about her that he resolved
to go to the doctor privately and question him on the spot. There
was an unspeakable dread in his mind that the ner vous attack
from which she had been pronounced to be suffering might be a
mere phrase intended to prepare him for the future disclosure of
something infinitely and indescribably worse.
The doctor, on hearing Mr. Carling's report, exhibited no
surprise and held to his opinion.
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