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  thought     the  matter    critical。  Still;   there  is  no   reason   why    he   should
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  influence   you。     It   is   a   little   responsibility;   however。 If   you   take   it   all
  upon yourself and free me from any of it; so that afterwards〃
  〃My dear Clara; how you do croak!〃
  〃Oh!    I  don't   wish   to  do   that;  Charles。    But    you   remember      what
  happened   to   Lord   Bellamy's   child。     She   was   just   Ida's   age。  That   was
  another case in which Sir William's advice was disregarded。〃
  Lord Charles groaned impatiently。
  〃I have not disregarded it;〃 said he。
  〃No;   no;   of   course   not。  I   know   your   strong   sense;   and   your   good
  heart too well; dear。       You were very wisely looking at both sides of the
  question。     That is what we poor women cannot do。               It is emotion against
  reason; as I have often heard you say。            We are swayed this way and that;
  but you men are persistent; and so you gain your way with us。                   But I am
  so pleased that you have decided for Tangier。〃
  〃Have I?〃
  〃Well; dear; you said that you would not disregard Sir William。〃
  〃Well; Clara; admitting that Ida is to go to Tangier; you will allow that
  it is impossible for me to escort her?
  〃Utterly。〃
  〃And for you?
  〃While you are ill my place is by your side。〃
  〃There is your sister?〃
  〃She is going to Florida。〃
  〃Lady Dumbarton; then?〃
  〃She is nursing her father。       It is out of the question。〃
  〃Well;    then;   whom     can   we   possibly    ask?    Especially     just  as  the
  season     is  commencing。        You     see;  Clara;   the   fates  fight   against   Sir
  William。〃
  His wife rested her elbows against the back of the great red chair; and
  passed her fingers through the statesman's grizzled curls; stooping down as
  she did so until her lips were close to his ear。
  〃There is Lord Arthur Sibthorpe;〃 said she softly。
  Lord Charles bounded in his chair; and muttered a word or two such as
  were more frequently heard from Cabinet Ministers in Lord Melbourne's
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  time than now。
  〃Are you mad; Clara!〃 he cried。           〃What can have put such a thought
  into your head?〃
  〃The Prime Minister。〃        〃Who?       The Prime Minister?〃
  〃Yes; dear。     Now do; do be good!          Or perhaps I had better not speak
  to you about it any more。〃
  〃Well; I really think that you have gone rather too far to retreat。〃
  〃It   was   the   Prime  Minister;   then;   who   told   me   that   Lord Arthur   was
  going to Tangier。〃
  〃It is a fact; though it had escaped my memory for the instant。〃
  〃And then came Sir William with his advice about Ida。                 Oh! Charlie;
  it is surely more than a coincidence!〃
  〃I   am   convinced;〃   said   Lord   Charles;   with   his   shrewd;   questioning
  gaze; 〃that it is very much more than a coincidence; Lady Clara。                 You are
  a very clever woman; my dear。           A born manager and organiser。〃
  Lady Clara brushed past the compliment。
  〃Think   of   our   own   young   days;   Charlie;〃   she   whispered;   with   her
  fingers still   toying with   his hair。    〃What   were you then?          A poor   man;
  not even Ambassador at Tangier。             But I loved you; and believed in you;
  and have I ever regretted it?         Ida loves and believes in Lord Arthur; and
  why should she ever regret it either?〃
  Lord    Charles    was    silent。   His    eyes   were    fixed   upon    the   green
  branches which waved outside the window; but his mind had flashed back
  to a Devonshire country…house of thirty years ago; and to the one fateful
  evening when; between old yew hedges; he paced along beside a slender
  girl;  and   poured out   to  her   his hopes;   his   fears;   and   his   ambitious。 He
  took the white; thin hand and pressed it to his lips。
  〃You; have been a good wife to me; Clara;〃 said he。
  She said nothing。       She did not attempt to improve upon her advantage。
  A less consummate general might have tried to do so; and ruined all。                  She
  stood    silent  and   submissive;     noting    the  quick   play   of  thought    which
  peeped from his eyes and lip。         There was a sparkle in the one and a twitch
  of amusement in the other; as he at last glanced up at her。
  〃Clara;〃    said   he;   〃deny    it  if  you   can!    You     have    ordered    the
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  trousseau。〃
  She gave his ear a little pinch。
  〃Subject to your approval;〃 said she。
  〃You have written to the Archbishop。〃
  〃It is not posted yet。〃
  〃You have sent a note to Lord Arthur。〃
  〃How could you tell that?〃
  〃He is downstairs now。〃
  〃No; but I think that is his brougham。〃
  Lord Charles sank back with a look of half… comical despair。
  〃Who   is   to   fight   against such   a   woman?〃 he   cried。    〃Oh!   if   I   could
  send you to Novikoff!         He is too much for any of my men。             But; Clara; I
  cannot have them up here。〃
  〃Not for your blessing?〃
  〃No; no!〃
  〃It would make them so happy。〃
  〃I cannot stand scenes。〃
  〃Then I shall convey it to them。〃
  〃And   pray   say   no   more   about   itto…day;   at   any   rate。 I   have   been
  weak over the matter。〃
  〃Oh! Charlie; you who are so strong!〃
  〃You   have   outflanked   me;   Clara。      It   was   very   well   done。   I   must
  congratulate you。〃
  〃Well;〃     she   murmured;   as   she   kissed   him;   〃you   know   I   have   been
  studying a very clever diplomatist for thirty years。〃
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  A MEDICAL DOCUMENT。
  Medical   men   are;   as   a   class;   very   much   too   busy   to   take   stock   of
  singular   situations   or   dramatic   events。      Thus   it   happens   that   the   ablest
  chronicler of their experiences in our literature was a lawyer。                A life spent
  in watching over death…bedsor over birth…beds which are infinitely more
  tryingtakes   something   from   a   man's   sense   of   proportion;   as   constant
  strong waters might corrupt his palate。              The overstimulated nerve ceases
  to respond。       Ask the surgeon for his best experiences and he may reply
  that he has seen little that is remarkable; or break away into the technical。
  But   catch   him   some   night   when   the   fire   has   spurted   up   and   his   pipe   is
  reeking; with a few of his brother practitioners for company and an artful
  question or allusion to set him going。            Then you will get some raw; green
  facts new plucked from the tree of life。
  It   is   after   one of   the quarterly  dinners of   the   Midland   Branch   of the
  British Medical Association。           Twenty coffee cups; a dozer liqueur glasses;
  and a solid bank of blue smoke which swirls slowly along the high; gilded
  ceiling   gives   a   hint   of   a   successful   gathering。   But   the   members   have
  shredded off to their homes。          The line of heavy; bulge…pocketed overcoats
  and    of   stethoscope…bearing        top  hats   is  gone    from    the  hotel   corridor。
  Round      the   fire  in  the   sitting…room     three   medicos      are  still  lingering;
  however; all smoking and arguing; while a fourth; who is a mere layman
  and young at that; sits back at the table。            Under cover of an open journal
  he   is   writing   furiously   with   a   stylographic   pen;   asking   a   question   in   an
  innocent   voice   from   time   to   time   and   so   flickering   up   the   conversation
  whenever it shows a tendency to wane。
  The three men are all of that staid middle age which begins early and
  lasts late in the profession。        They are none of them famous; yet each is of
  good repute; and a fair type of his particular branch。              The portly man with
  the   authoritative   manner   and   the   white;   vitriol   splash   upon   his   cheek   is
  Charley Manson; chief of the Wormley Asylum; and author of the brilliant
  monographObscure           Nervous      Lesions    in  the   Unmarried。       He    always
  wears     his  collar   high   like  that;  since   the   half…successful     attempt    of  a
  student   of   Rev