“Scarcely. If I was in the same condition I would not have it done.”
Jeannie stood silent a moment.
“Oh, poor thing, poor thing!” she said. “And I suppose I must tell her.”
She put her hands before her eyes for a space, and then gave herself a little shake.
“What a coward one is!” she said. “Thank you very much, Dr. Maitland. I will let you know about it.”
“I will tell her if you wish, Miss Avesham,” said he.
“No; I know her better than you,” said Jeannie. “Good-bye. I shall go upstairs at once to her.”
Dr. Maitland shook hands with her; he felt an intense admiration for her.
“It is only yourself who will accuse you of being a coward,” he said.