"You were right about Dr. Ballard, Martha," Francis Ronald admitted. "He is coming. I am going to Burbank to meet him and bring him back with me, directly I have taken my wife home."
Martha nodded. "I knew he'd do it. He's the kind you couldn't slip up on. Same's yourself, sir."
When Martha returned to her patient, Madam Crewe had to be told where she had been, had to be shown the flowers Mrs. Ronald had brought, informed of the messages she had left.
Then—"Where's Katherine?"
The question kept repeating itself, as if in spite of her.
"Comin' presently," Martha shied the point dexterously.
"I tried—last night ... 'square deal'—— Failed."
"Oh, no! you didn't fail. You mustn't be in too much of a hurry. Miss Katherine'll see what you meant, give her a chance to get the right squint at it. You got to be pationate with childern. Time goes slow for them. Miss Katherine's a good child!"
Madam Crewe raised her eyes, and fixed them full on Martha. "Slawson—you're a good woman."
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