"I do," she reiterated. "I do. But nobody won't see it. And it's no use what I see. How can it be?"
The words were almost a wail.
"Tell me what you see."
Cuckoo looked into the doctor's sincere eyes, and a sudden rush of hope came to her.
"That's what I want to. But if you like him you'll only be angry."
"No, I shall not."
"Well, then. I see as he's ruinin' his friend."
"Ruining Mr. Addison?"
"Yes."
It struck the doctor as very strange that such a girl as Cuckoo obviously was should cry out in such a passionate way against the ruin of any young man. Was it not her fate to ruin others as she herself had been ruined? He wondered what her connection with the two youths was, and perhaps his face showed something of his wonder, for Cuckoo added, after a long glance at him: