Penniman lifted her eyebrows. "Four times a week?"
"Five times, if you prefer it. I am away all day, and I see nothing.
But when such things happen, you should let me know."
Mrs. Penniman, with her eyebrows still raised, reflected intently.
"Dear Austin," she said at last, "I am incapable of betraying a
confidence. I would rather suffer anything."
"Never fear; you shall not suffer. To whose confidence is it you
allude? Has Catherine made you take a vow of eternal secrecy?"
"By no means. Catherine has not told me as much as she might. She
has not been very trustful."
"It is the young man, then, who has made you his confidante? Allow
me to say that it is extremely indiscreet of you to form secret
alliances with young men. You don't know where they may lead you."
"I don't know what you mean by an alliance," said Mrs. Penniman. "I
take a great interest in Mr. Townsend; I won't conceal that. But
that's all."
"Under the circumstances, that is quite enough. What is the source
of your interest in Mr. Townsend?"
"Why," said Mrs. Penniman, musing, and then breaking into her smile,
"that he is so interesting!"
The Doctor felt that he had need of his patience. "And what makes
him interesting?--his good looks?"
"His misfortunes, Austin."
"Ah, he has had misfortunes? That, of course, is always interesting.
Are you at liberty to mention a few of Mr.
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