Oh, I
know about it. Let me tell you, you're very lucky to have got through so
far."
"We--we're through all right now," she said.
"Are you? I hope so. The man's in a high state of excitement now, and
high states of excitement aren't good for him." He paused and added
impatiently, "Have you no influence over him? Can none of you do anything
with him?"
"He won't like it if I go to him," May whispered.
"I'll go," said the Dean, stepping forward.
"Yes," said Tillman, "go and tell him Lady May Quisante wants him."
The Dean started off on his errand. The doctor's manner grew a little
gentler.
"You couldn't be expected to know," he said. "But in a thing like this
you mustn't think he's all right because he looks all right. He'll look
his best just at the time when there's most--well, when he isn't. I hope
he's going to keep quiet after this?"
"Yes, yes. At least we've arranged that. Weston, do go and bring him to
me."
"Look, he's coming now with the Dean."
Quisante's group opened, and he began to move towards them. But at every
step somebody stopped him, to shake hands and to say a few words of
thanks or praise.
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