CHAPTER X
Delight Haverford was to come out in December, but there were times when the Doctor wondered if she was really as keen about it as she pretended to be. He found her once or twice, her usually active hands idle in her lap, and a pensive droop to her humorous young mouth.
“Tired, honey?” he asked, on one of those occasions.
“No. Just talking to myself.”
“Say a few nice things for me, while you're about it, then.”
“Nice things! I don't deserve them.”
“What awful crime have you been committing? Break it to me gently. You know my weak heart.”
“Your tobacco heart!” she said, severely. “Well, I've been committing a mental murder, if you want to know the facts. Don't protest. It's done. She's quite dead already.”
“Good gracious! And I have reared this young viper! Who is she?”