"I have been telling Dr.Cumberledge, Lina, about what I most fear for your dear brother, darling; and...

I think...

he agrees with me." Mrs.Mallet turned to me, with hollow eyes, still preserving her tragic calm.

"I am afraid of it, too," she said, her drawn lips tremulous.

"Dr.
Cumberledge, we must get him back! We must induce him to face it!" "And yet," I answered, slowly, turning it over in my own mind; "he has run away at first.