theory that the best blood in this country is in the Bays. Many old families came out in the early days, and thereâs that odd tale of the line from the Irish Princess.â
Philip laughed. âI donât know about that, Mater. Her people are simple fisherfolk, but I hope Mary will have a better chance with this endowment. I couldnât bear to think of her going back to that narrow life.â
âItâs the crock of gold, my son.â Lady Fitz Henryâs voice was ordinary, but she was regarding her son with a motherâs scrutiny. âIs she quite recovered?â she asked gently.
âAlmost, and I feel so pleased about her feet. I had to fight the surgeon against a mputation. We had many a wrangle, and he washed his hands of it and said I could take the consequence if gangrene set in.â
âYou put your foot down,â said his mother, smiling.
âThis time it was a good foot,â he said, smiling back.
âPhilip, are you planning to pay yourself out of that money?â
Philip put down his knife and fork in frank surprise. âCertainly not, Mater. The little thing is poor. Iâll pay the hospital, which is considerable, and the rest Iâll save for education if the parents consent. Theyâre not to touch it so the agreement runs.â
His mother regarded him with smiling approval, but she touched his most vulnerable point when she said: âYouâll never paint the house if youâre so prodigal with visits.â
He went on eating, unperturbed. âA doctor loves a fight,Mater, and I did some research on frostbite. I feel personally responsible for herâ¦.â
âMâmm, did you hear from the mother?â
âYes, I did.â
Putting his hand in his pocket he produced a letter in a cheap envelope.
âItâs a curious letter, Mater. Iâll read it to you.â
Dear Sir,
It was a Christian act on your part to write me. Iâve said a prayer for your house. To think that my child is getting better, and I made up my mind she was dead. When they took her away I felt she was gone forever. Itâs like the dreams of the dead. Between waking, you think itâs not so that theyâre gone, then you come to and you know that they are. Her living seems as likely as thatâ
âAn understanding woman,â interrupted his mother thoughtfully. âI dream of your father that way.â
Iâm glad about the money. It seems a wonderful lot, but the poor canât think past a dollar or two. I donât know all that it means, but it might lift her out of the life I donât want for her. It comforts me to think of her looked after by one of your name. Your father, and your father before you, bought the fish from our men and always treated them right. Iâd be a grateful woman to hear again, and to get advice about my child. Lovely she was and she dazzled my eyes.
Respectfully yours,
     JOSEPHINE KEILLY .
Philip folded up his letter, finishing his breakfast without comment.
There was a pause, during which Lady Fitz Henry gazed out unseeingly.
âStrange,â she said after a while, âthe mother speaks of her in the past tense.â
âYes,â he agreed; âit looks that way.â
Rising from the table, he bent over her, putting his arm round her shoulders. âWill you meet me at twelve-thirty, Mater? Iâll be busy until then.â
âVery well, my son. Iâll be at the hospital.â
When Philip saw his patient her bed was pulled by the window. The radiant day had gone into her face.
âLook,â she said. âMiss New has fancied me up.â
A hair-ribbon made a jaunty bow on her head, and her shoulders were covered in pale pink silk.
Then she saw Lady Fitz Henry.
At once the child acclaimed a quality she did not know. The lady seemed impressive, grand, with a grandeur that was not dependent upon externals. Her imaginative mind
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