Part 64 (2/2)

”Beth, don't talk nonsense,” her mother said impatiently.

”Oh, it's not nonsense altogether,” the doctor interposed. ”It is just cheery chatter, and that is good. Miss Beth will raise your spirits in no time, or I'm much mistaken.” He had watched Beth with gravity while she was speaking, as one sees people watch an actress critically, obviously marking her points, but betraying no emotion.

Mrs. Caldwell sighed heavily. ”The doctor has been so good, Beth,” she said. ”He has come here continually, and done more to cheer me than anybody.”

”Oh now, Mrs. Caldwell, you exaggerate,” he remonstrated with a smile.

”But it's my principle, you know, to be cheery. I always say be cheery whatever happens. It's no use crying over spilt milk!”

”A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a,”

Beth rattled off glibly, and again the doctor considered her.

”Now that's good,” he said, just as if he had never heard it before; ”and it's my meaning exactly. Don't let your spirits go down----”

”For there's many a girl, as I know well, A-looking for you in the town,”

Beth concluded, her spirits rising uproariously.

”Beth!” her mother remonstrated, but with a smile.

”The worst of it is, the ones on the look-out are not the ones with the good looks,” the doctor observed, also smiling.

”But they are the ones with the money,” Beth rejoined. ”I wonder how it is that plain girls so often have money. I suppose the money-grubbing spirit comes out in ugliness in the female branch.”

Tea was brought in, but Beth refused to take any. The doctor tried to persuade her.

”You had better change your mind,” he said. ”Ladies are privileged to change their minds.”

”I know,” said Beth. ”Ladies are privileged to be foolish. It is almost the only privilege men allow them. I scorn it myself. At school we were warned to be firm when once we had said 'No, thank you.' Miss Ella used to say that people who allowed themselves to be over-persuaded and changed their minds lost self-control and became self-indulgent eventually.”

”Ah, that makes me think of my poor dear mother,” said the doctor. ”A better and more consistent woman never lived. Once she said a thing, you couldn't move her. She was a good mother to me! I was always her favourite son. But, like other young fellows, I'm afraid I didn't half appreciate her till I had lost her.”

”All the same, I am sure you were all that a good son should be,” Mrs.

Caldwell observed sincerely.

The doctor's eyes shone with emotion.

When he had gone, Mrs. Caldwell began to discuss him.

”He really _is_ cheery,” she said, ”he always raises my spirits; and I am sure he is good and kind. Did you see how his eyes filled with tears when he mentioned his mother? He is handsome, too, don't you think so? Such a colour! And always so well dressed. Lady Benyon admires him very much. But he gets on with every one, even Uncle James! What do you think of him, Beth?”

”I think he looks neat to the point of nattiness, which is finical in a man,” Beth answered.

”Ah, that is because you are not accustomed to well-dressed men,” her mother a.s.sured her. ”Here in Rainharbour you don't often see one.”

”I have been in London lately,” Beth observed.

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