"There is nothing the matter with you."
Mrs. Moon gave out a subdued ironical chuckle.
Miss Quincey looked anxiously into his face. "Do you not think the
heart--the heart is a little--?"
He smiled and at the same time he sighed. "Heart's all right. But you've
left off your tonic."
She had, she was afraid that so much poison--
"Poison?" (He was not in the least offended.) "Do you mean the arsenic?
There are some poisons you can't live without; but you must take them in
moderation."
"Will you--will you want to see me again?"
"It will not be necessary."
At that Mrs. Moon's chuckle broke all bounds and burst into a triumphant
"Tchee-tchee-chee!" He went away under cover of it. It was her way of
putting a pleasant face on the matter.
She hardly waited till his back was turned before she delivered herself
of that which was working within her.
"I tell you what it is, Juliana; you're a silly woman."
Miss Quincey looked up with a faint premonitory fear. Her fingers began
nervously buttoning and unbuttoning her dress bodice; while half-dressed
and shivering she waited the attack.
"And a pretty exhibition you've made of yourself this day. Anybody might
have thought you _wanted_ to let that young man see what was the matter
with you.
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