.. something
will have to be done this very day....
"Yes, go and get the pint ... let him have a drink of it. And--and keep
close to him all the time ... don't," he added significantly, "leave the
lady in question in the room alone with him for a single moment."
* * * * *
"Have you got the pint, Son?"
"Yes, Father. Here it is ... but just a little!"
"I know what I'm doing!"
He took most of it down at a gulp.
Noticing the anxious look in my eyes.
"Don't worry about me, Johnnie. I can take it or leave it alone ...
--always could!"
* * * * *
Before Mrs. Jenkins could come back, Hartman anticipated her with a
nurse and a doctor. As Mrs. Jenkins came in, chagrin and indignation
showed on her face. But she bowed perforce to the situation. She was too
wise not to.
"His lodge-brothers are taking care of Mr. Gregory now, Mrs. Jenkins,"
explained Mr. Hartman suavely, warning her off, at the same time, with a
severe, understanding look in his eyes.
She dropped her eyelashes--though with a bit of instinctive coquetry in
them--under his straight-thrusting glance.
"Well, I suppose professional care _would_ be better than anything I
could do for him ... but," sweetly, "I'll drop in from time to time to
see if there's any little thing I can do."
* * * * *
Deprived of the loving care of Emily Jenkins, though he called for her
many times, my father mended his condition rapidly.
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