"They're afraid of Master Timmy, that's what the bad folks in Beechfield
are--they think he can 'blight' them, bring ill-luck on them. Well, well,
I mustn't stop, gossiping here with you, though it's very pleasant. By
the way, I'll ask you to keep all I've said to you to yourself--not
but what the boy's parents know quite well what I think about him!"
Then followed a few professional questions and answers, and then the
doctor went off, well satisfied with his visit.
After Dr. O'Farrell had gone, Enid Crofton lay back and shut her eyes.
Her nerves had by no means recovered from the horrible experience,
and she felt a sort of utter distaste to Beechfield and to everybody
there--with the one exception of Godfrey Radmore. She promised herself
fiercely that if Radmore did what she was always telling herself secretly
he would surely end by doing, then she would make it her business to see
that they never, either of them, came back to this horrible place any
more.
Apart from anything else, Jack Tosswill was already beginning to be more
of a complication than was pleasant to one in her weak, excited state.
He had left a letter when he called that morning--an eager, ardent
love-letter, entirely assuming that they were engaged to be married.
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