Stone is to be sent for,
regardless of your sudden dislike to him, for which, by the way,
you have given no cause."
"Haven't I?" Barbara folded her napkin with neat exactness. "It's
- it's intangible."
"Pooh!" McIntyre gave a short laugh, as he pushed back his chair.
"I'm going to see Helen. And Barbara," stopping on his way to the
door, "don't be a fool."
Barbara rubbed the tiny mole under the lobe of her ear, a trick she
had when absent-minded or in deep thought. "Helen," she announced,
unaware that she spoke loud, "shall have a physician, but it won't
be - why, Grimes," awakening to the servant's noiseless return. "You
can take the breakfast dishes. Did Miss Helen eat anything?"
"Not very much, miss." Grimes shook a troubled head. "But she done
better than at dinner last night, so she's picking up, and don't you
be worried over her," with emphasis, as he sidled nearer. "Tell me,
miss, is the colonel courtin' Mrs. Brewster?"
"Ask him," she suggested and smiled at the consternation which
spread over the butler's face.
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