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"Half-an-hour will be sufficient," said the major, in a serious voice. "I wish you to tell me what took place on the night you were drugged.",It was a funny glad-to-see-him I felt as I came into the surgery where he was standing over by the window looking out at my garden in its twilight glow. I gave him my hand and a good deal more of a smile and a blush than I intended.,"What!" cried Jen, "do you know why David has gone to town?","Melba in disguise?" mocked Elinor gayly.,Patricia curled up cozily while Miss Jinny read the two Sunday chapters in a full, melodious voice, beginning with the ineffable words, "In my Father's house are many mansions.","Upon my word, David," said Jen, seeing that Maurice could hardly speak for rage, "you go too far. The girl loves Maurice and not you; and it would be much more honorable for you not to press your suit.","Perhaps she's been hungering for what she calls fripperies," said Patricia, hopefully. "She's so tremendously alive that she must need some play, and if she's only willing, we'll see that she gets it, won't we, Norn?",When the last verse had been read and the laughter died down, Griffin raised her voice again.,"Rubbish!" said Jen, tartly. "They must have known that he would betray them when he recovered his senses!","Maurice!" muttered Isabella, looking piteously at him.,Patricia broke in on her dismal forebodings with a rippling, silvery laugh.,"David," said he, quietly, "there is something very extraordinary in your behavior, and you refuse to give me your reasons therefor. If I wait until the trial, will you explain?".