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XXXIII
"You're looking for me?" Tony quickly asked.
Paul, blinking in the lamplight, showed the dismal desert of his face. "I saw you through the open window, and I thought I would let you know———"
"That some one wants me?" Tony was all ready.
"She hasn't asked for you; but I think that if you could do it———"
"I can do anything," said Tony. "But of whom do you speak?"
"Of one of your servants—poor Mrs. Gorham."
"Effie's nurse?—she has come over?"
"She's in the garden," Paul explained. "I've been floundering about—I came upon her."
Tony wondered. "But what's she doing?"
"Crying very hard—without a sound."
"And without coming in?"
"Out of discretion."
