In the library, Jane turned and faced him. He put her quietly into a
chair and stood before her. The bright blue eyes were moist, beneath
the shaggy brows.
"My dear," he said, "I feel myself somewhat of a blundering old
fool. You must forgive me. I never contemplated putting you through
such an ordeal. I perfectly understand that, while he hesitated, you
must have felt your whole career at stake. I see you have been
weeping; but you must not take it too much to heart that our patient
made so much of your voice resembling this Miss Champion's. He will
forget all about it in a day or two, and you will be worth more to
him than a dozen Miss Champions. See what good you have done him
already. Here he is wanting to get up and explain his pictures to
you. Never you fear. You will soon win your way, and I shall be able
to report to Sir Deryck what a fine success you have made of the
case. Now I must see the valet and give him very full instructions.
And I recommend you to go for a blow on the moor and get an appetite
for lunch.
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