Markham assumed an expression
of great solicitude. "It was the fall, no doubt, which did it. Have
you had trouble there before?"
"It wasn't the fall that caused it," and Miss Arabella covered her face
with her hand. "It goes deeper than that."
"Dear me, madam, you must certainly see the doctor. It is very
serious, and you must not delay any longer. I believe the doctor lives
down the road. Shall I call on him on my way home, and tell him to
come at once?"
Before Miss Arabella could reply, a raucous honk outside arrested their
attention.
"It's merely the car," Mr. Markham explained. "I must be going now."
"What, so soon? Must you leave me again?" and the invalid raised her
eyes appealingly to the man's face.
"Yes, I must be off. My wife will be wondering what----"
"Your wife!" Miss Arabella shrieked, sitting bolt upright. "Do you
tell me that you have a wife!"
"Certainly. She is waiting for me with some friends down the road.
Several of us men took a spin this afternoon so that the women could
have a little chat together. It is getting late now, and we must hurry
back to the city. This accident has delayed us. So, good-bye, madam.
I trust you soon will be well.
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