"There may be a nerve or two that won't work just right, or a twisted muscle, or something. However we'll keep hoping."
The heavy weight that had lain so long upon Allison's heart was slow in lifting. At first he could not believe the good news, greatly to Doctor Jack's disgust.
"You don't seem to care much," he remarked. "I supposed you'd turn at least one somersault. The Colonel is more pleased than you are."
"Dear old dad," said Allison, gratefully. "I owe him everything."
"Everything?" repeated the Doctor, with lifted brows. "And where does
Jonathan Ebenezer Middlekauffer come in, to say nothing of the future
Mrs. Kent?"
Allison's face clouded for an instant. "I'll never forget what you've done for me, but there isn't any future Mrs. Kent."
"No? Why I thought—"
"So did I, but she's thrown me over and gone away. This morning she sent me a note of congratulation and farewell."
"Upon my word! What have you done to her?"
"Nothing. She says I don't need her any more now, so she's going away."