It will be a saving
of time for me, and most enlightening for you to mark how he takes
it. Now keep quiet. I promise he shall not sit on your lap. But if
you make a sound, I shall have to say you are a bunny or a squirrel,
and throw fir cones at you."
The doctor rose and sauntered round the bend of the path.
Jane sat on in darkness.
"Hullo, Dalmain," she heard Deryck say. "Found your way up here? An
ideal spot. Shall we dispense with Simpson? Take my arm."
"Yes," replied Garth. "I was told you were up here, Brand, and
followed you."
They came round the bend together, and out into the clearing.
"Are you alone?" asked Garth standing still. "I thought I heard
voices."
"You did," replied the doctor. "I was talking to a young woman."
"What sort of young woman?" asked Garth.
"A buxom young person," replied the doctor, "with a decidedly touchy
temper."
"Do you know her name?"
"Jane," said the doctor recklessly.
"Not 'Jane,'" said Garth quickly,--"Jean.
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