"He's angry, and he's angry with me," muttered Burke Denby to himself, his eyes moodily fixed on the doctor's hurrying figure as it disappeared down the street. "He wanted to preach and plead, and tell me my 'duty.' As if I didn't know my own business best myself! Bah! A fig for his 'ifs' and 'buts'!"
CHAPTER XIII
A WOMAN'S WON'T
Two days after his visit to Dalton, Frank Gleason dropped himself into a low chair in his sister's private sitting-room in the Beacon Hill house.
"Well?" prompted Mrs. Thayer, voice and manner impatiently eager.
"Nothing."
"Nothing! But there must have been something!"
"There wasn't a thing—that will help."
"But, aren't they frightened—anxious—anything? Don't they care where she is?"