She made it plain to him that she
realised his preference for the children and that she was no longer of
any use to him as a companion or helpmate. For her own part, she'd
like to see them all in Jericho--meaning the children, of course. All
of which shocked and distressed poor Mr. Bingle beyond expression.
"What is it, Doctor? Physically she seems to be all right. Can it be
that she is going to pieces mentally? Why, she's always been the most
loving, gentle--"
"Nerves, Bingle--plain nerves. She'll be all right in a little while,
I'm sure. I'll have a look at her again next week. In the meantime,
don't pull such a long face. She is as sound as a dollar physically,
as you say. Leave her to me, old fellow. Don't cross her, don't let
her see too much of the children, and don't object to her going to
visit her mother in--where is it?--if she wants to do so. By the way,
Bingle, I wouldn't adopt any more children at present, if I were you.
Wait for a year or two and see how she feels about it."
"Would you advise a trip to Europe? We've been contemplating it for
the past ten years, but--I'm ashamed to admit it--we're both scared
out of our boots when we think of being out there on the Atlantic with
two or three miles of water under our beds every night and icebergs
floating all around us.
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