THE IVORY TOWER
He met it with proper interest. "I'm sure I hope so!"
"Well, don't be too sure!" his uncle judiciously said.
"Oh he has only borrowed her." Miss Goodenough smoothed it down even as she smoothed Mr. Betterman's sheet, while with the same movement of her head she wafted Gray to the door.
"Mr. Gaw," her patient returned, "has borrowed from me before. Mr. Gaw, Graham———!"
"Yes sir?" said Gray with the door ajar and his hand on the knob.
The fine old presence on the pillow had faltered before expression; then it appeared rather sighingly and finally to give the question up. "Well, Mr. Gaw's an abyss."
Gray found himself suddenly responsive. "Isn't he, the strange man?"
"The strange man—that's it." This summary description sufficed now to Mr. Betterman's achieved indifference. "But you've seen him?"
"Just for an instant."
"And that was enough?"
"Well, I don't know." Gray himself gave it up. "You're all so fiercely interesting!"
"I think Rosanna's lovely!" Miss Goodenough contributed, to all appearance as an attenuation, while she tucked their companion in.
"Oh Miss Gaw's quite another matter," our young man still paused long enough to reply.
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