I have always supposed that the Mrs. Chataway Aunt Elizabeth talks
about kept a boarding-house. I think Aunt Elizabeth rolls in upon her
like a spent wave between visits. I have no doubt that I shall be able
to trace Aunt Elizabeth by her weeds upon this beach. After that the
rest is easy. I must leave my address for Tom pinned up somewhere.
Matilda's mind wouldn't hold it if I stuck it through her brain with a
hat-pin. I think I will glue it to his library table, and I'll do it
this minute to make sure. ... I have directed Matilda to give him
chicken croquettes for his luncheon, and I have written out the menu
for every meal till I get home. Poor Tom! He isn't used to eating
alone. I wish I thought he would mind it as much as I do.
Eleven o'clock.--I am obsessed with an idea, and I have yielded to it;
whether for good or ill, for wisdom or folly, remains to be proved. I
have telephoned Dr. Denbigh and suggested to him that he should go to
New York, too. Considered in any light but that of Peggy's welfare--But
I am not considering anything in any light but that of Peggy's welfare.
Dr. Denbigh used to have a little tendresse for Peggy--it was never
anything more, I am convinced. She is too young for him. A doctor sees
so many women; he grows critical, if not captious. Character goes for
more with him than with most men; looks go for less; and poor little
Peggy--who can deny?--up to this point in her development is chiefly
looks.
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