Animosities perish, the humanities are eternal.
One morning, nearly a week after his interview with Dr. Sewell, John
found Jane in her room surrounded by fine clothing and trunks and
evidently well enough to consider what he had to say to her.
"What are you doing, Jane?" he asked.
"Why, John, I am sorting out the dresses that are nice enough for
London. I think I shall be well enough to go to Aunt Harlow next week."
"I wish you would come to my room. I want to speak to you."
"Your room is such a bare, chilly place, John."
"It is secluded and we must have no listener to what I am going to say
to you."
Jane looked up quickly and anxiously, asking, "Are you in trouble,
John?"
"Yes, in great trouble."
"About money?"
"Worse than that."
"Then it is that tiresome creature, Harry."
"No. It is yourself."
"Oh, indeed; I think you had better look for someone else to quarrel
with."
"I have no quarrel with anyone; I have something to say to you, and to
you, only; but there are always servants in and out of your rooms.
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