“Because he thinks you are foolish to take so much trouble over me.”
“That’s it, Dexter,” said the doctor eagerly. “So, now, I’ll tell you what I want you to do.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Show him that I’m right and he’s wrong.” Dexter looked a promise, for he could not speak just then, nor yet when they had passed through London that afternoon, reached Longspruce station, and been driven to the Reverend Septimus Mastrum’s house, five miles away among the fir-trees and sand of that bleak region.
Here the doctor bade him “Good-bye,” and Dexter, as he was standing in the great cold hall, felt that he was commencing a new phase in his existence.
Chapter Forty Four.
Peter Cribb sees a Ghost.
Helen rang the bell one evening and Maria answered the summons.