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That night the Vicar scowled over his supper. And before it was ended he broke loose.
"Which of you two sent for Dr. Rowcliffe?"
"I did," said Gwenda.
Mary said nothing.
"And what—do you—mean by doing such a thing without consulting me?"
"I mean," said Gwenda quietly, "that he should see Alice."
"And I meant—most particularly—that he shouldn't see her. If I'd wanted him to see her I'd have gone for him myself."
"When it was a bit too late," said Gwenda.
His blue eyes dilated as he looked at her.