"
"No; it is to bring one here. She comes down from London five minutes
before you take the up train."
There was a general exclamation: Who was it? Aunt Maitland?
"No," said Vizard, tossing a note to Zoe--"it is Doctress Gale."
Severne's countenance fell.
CHAPTER XVII.
EDWARD SEVERNE, master of arts, dreaded Rhoda Gale, M.D. He had deluded,
in various degrees, several ladies that were no fools; but here was one
who staggered and puzzled him. Bright and keen as steel, quick and
spirited, yet controlled by judgment and always mistress of herself, she
seemed to him a new species. The worst of it was, he felt himself in the
power of this new woman, and, indeed, he saw no limit to the mischief she
might possibly do him if she and Zoe compared notes. He had thought the
matter over, and realized this more than he did when in London. Hence the
good youth's delight at her illness, noticed in a former chapter.
He was very thoughtful all breakfast time, and as soon as it was over
drew Vizard apart, and said he would postpone his visit to London until
he had communicated with his man of business. He would go to the station
and telegraph him, and by that means would do the civil and meet Miss
Gale.
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