“A fool? You were a knave, a wretch, to take advantage of an innocent girl’s love!” cried her father, moving toward him with threatening manner and blazing eyes. Then, suddenly, the physician staggered back and sank into his arm-chair.
“Leave me, Felix,” he said, and though his tones were suddenly grown feeble, they still vibrated with angry contempt. “Go, now, at once. I don’t want you near me. But I’ll see you again about this matter. And if you try to communicate with Mildred I’ll have you arrested! Go! Go!”
The architect turned on his heel and left the room. Dr. Annister sank wearily into his chair and his hands sought their accustomed position. Then they too fell back against his chest. “Mildred!” his white lips whispered, then stiffened and were still.
“Mildred!” His White Lips Whispered, Then Stiffened and Were Still