CHAPTER VIII
THE GODDESS OF THE TENDER FEET
The goddess Calamity is delicate ...her feet are tender. Her feet are soft, for she treads not upon the ground, she makes her path upon the hearts of men.—PINDAR.
Animosities perish, the humanities are eternal.
One morning, nearly a week after his interview with Dr. Sewell, John found Jane in her room surrounded by fine clothing and trunks and evidently well enough to consider what he had to say to her.
"What are you doing, Jane?" he asked.
"Why, John, I am sorting out the dresses that are nice enough for London. I think I shall be well enough to go to Aunt Harlow next week."
"I wish you would come to my room. I want to speak to you."
"Your room is such a bare, chilly place, John."
"It is secluded and we must have no listener to what I am going to say to you."