She had made up her mind that even a little
rouge would be injudicious, but she had just used her lip-stick. It was
pleasant to know that she had every right to be an interesting invalid
with all an interesting invalid's privileges.
And yet, well acquainted as she was with the turns and twists of
masculine human nature, Mrs. Crofton would have been surprised to
know how suddenly repelled was the genial Irishman when she exclaimed
eagerly:--"I do hope that horrible cat has been killed! Didn't I hear
you say that you meant to shoot her yourself?"
It was not without a touch of sly satisfaction that Dr. O'Farrell
answered:--"That was my intention certainly, Mrs. Crofton. But I was
frustrated. The cat and her kittens vanished--just entirely away!"
"Vanished?" she exclaimed. "Then perhaps someone else has killed her?"
"Bless you, no. I'm afraid that the brute has still got her nine lives
before her! She was spirited away by that broth of a boy. Timmy
Tosswill's a good hater and a good lover, and that's the truth of it! I
wasn't a bit surprised when I got the news that my services wouldn't be
wanted--that the cat wasn't any longer at Old Place."
"D'you mean you don't know what's happened to the horrible creature?" she
exclaimed vexedly.
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