proved not particularly civil; she looked strangely agitated, and her type was now unmistakable.
"Excuse me if I enquire," she said, "whether it's too much to hope that you may be induced to leave Dr. Hugh alone." Then, before Dencombe, greatly disconcerted, could protest: "You ought to be informed that you stand in his light; that you may do him a terrible injury."
"Do you mean by causing the countess to dispense with his services?"
"By causing her to disinherit him." Dencombe stared at this, and Miss Vernham pursued, in the gratification of seeing she could produce an impression: "It has depended on himself to come into something very handsome. He has had a magnificent prospect, but I think you've succeeded in spoiling it."
"Not intentionally, I assure you. Is there no hope that the accident may be repaired?" Dencombe asked.
"She was ready to do any thing for him. She takes great fancies, she lets herself go—it's her way. She has no relations, she's free to dispose of her money, and she's very ill."
"I'm very sorry to hear it," Dencombe stammered.
"Wouldn't it be possible for you to leave Bournemouth? That's what I've come to ask of you."
Poor Dencombe sank down on his bench. "I'm very ill myself, but I'll try!"
Miss Vernham still stood there with her colorless
