Madge Ellison had picked up the letter that the wife had left forgotten on the floor.
“Shall I shut the window, Betty?”
“No, it amuses me; cela va sans dire.”
The men at the ropes had trundled the carriage down Lombard Street, and brought to before the great house opposite the cypress-trees in Porteus Carmagee’s garden. They were very hot and very happy, these Roxton workers, with Mr. William Bains, a stentorian choragus to the crew. A child threw a bunch of flowers into Catherine’s lap.
“Hooray! three cheers for the doctor!”
“Hooray! hooray! hooray!”
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes:
Hyphenation and archaic spellings have been retained as in the original. Punctuation and type-setting errors have been corrected without note.