Miss Eulie was shocked, finding in these words and in his general
appearance proof that he was more seriously ill than she had
anticipated.
He was indeed; but his malady was rather that of a morbid mind
depressing an enfeebled body than actual disease. But mental distress
could speedily kill a man like Gregory.
Miss Eulie soon brought him to terms by saying, "Mr. Gregory, you see I
am alone. Mr. Walton was too exhausted to accompany me, and Annie did
not send any of the neighbors, as she thought the presence of strangers
would be irksome to you."
"She said she would come herself, but she has had time to think and
judge me rightly," muttered he, interrupting her.
"No, Mr. Gregory," Miss Eulie hastened to say; "you do her wrong. She
was too ill to come, as she intended and wished to do, and so with many
anxious charges sent me in her place. I am but a woman, and dependent
on your courtesy. I cannot compel you to go with me. But I am sure you
will not wrong my brother's hospitality, and make Miss Walton's passing
indisposition serious, by refusing to come with me. If you did she
would rise from her sick bed and come herself."
Gregory at once rose and said, "I can make no excuse for myself. I seem
fated to do and say the worst things possible under the circumstances."
"You are ill," said Miss Eulie, kindly, as if that explained everything.
Declining aid, he tottered to the carriage, into which Jeff, with some
curious surmises, helped him.
Miss Eulie made good Annie's promises to Mrs. Tompkins fourfold, and
left the shrivelled dame with a large supply of one of the elements of
her heaven--tea, and with the means of purchasing the other--tobacco,
besides more substantial additions to the old woman's meagre larder.
Gregory was averse to conversation during the long, slow ride. The
jolting, even of the easy cushioned carriage, was exceedingly painful,
and by the time they reached home he was quite exhausted. Leaning on
Mr. Walton's arm he at once went to his room, and at their urgent
entreaties forced himself to take a little of the dainty supper that
was forthcoming. But their kindly solicitude was courteously but coldly
repelled. Acting reluctantly upon his plainly manifested wish, they
soon left him to himself, as after his first eager inquiry concerning
Miss Walton it seemed a source of pain to him to see or speak to any
one.
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