“No chairs for her now. When she wishes to walk she walks.”
“Then she always could!” declared Mrs. Evringham.
“I think you know better than that,” returned the other calmly.
“How long since?” asked Mrs. Evringham.
“Three months.”
Silence.
“Aren't you glad for her?” asked Bonnell with a slight smile of curiosity into the disturbed face. “I ought to have told you at first that osteopathy did it; then after your joy had subsided, break the truth gently.”
“Of course I'm glad,” returned the other stiffly, “but I'd rather Eloise did not hear of it at once.”
“May I know why?”
“Certainly. We have a very dear friend who is a physician. It looks very much as if he might be something nearer than a friend. It is he with whom Eloise is riding this afternoon. It is very distasteful, naturally, to have these alleged cures discussed in our family. We have had some annoyance in that line already. You can understand how doctors must feel.”