human
I've got to break to David that apparently he isn't going to get the fund for his hospital, Mr. Ferguson said.
gpt
There is no mention of it in her will. She told me once, about two years ago, that she was putting money by for him, and when she got the amount she wanted she was going to give it to him. But she left no memorandum of it. I'm afraid she changed her mind. His voice, rather than his words, caught her attention; he was not speaking naturally. He seemed to talk for the sake of talking, which was so unlike him that Mrs. Richie looked at him with mild curiosity.
human
Mrs. Maitland had a perfect right to change her mind, she said;
gpt
she confessed, a little ruefully. She smiled, and Robert Ferguson, fiercely twitching off his glasses, tried to smile back; but his troubled eyes lingered questioningly on her serene face. It was almost a beautiful face in its peace. What was it Mrs. Maitland had said about her looks?
human
Fair and-- He was so angry at remembering the word that he swore softly at himself under his breath, and Helena Richie gave him a surprised look. He had sworn at himself several times in these five days since Sarah Maitland, half delirious, wholly shrewd, had said those impossible things about David's mother. Under his concern and grief, under his solemn preoccupations, Robert Ferguson had felt again and again the shock of the incredible suggestion: _
gpt
_ Each time the words thrust themselves up through his absorbed realization of Mrs. Maitland's death, he pushed them down savagely:
human
It is impossible! But each time they rose again to the surface of his mind. When they did, they brought with them, as if dredged out of the depths of his memory, some sly indorsement of their truth. . . . She never says anything about her husband.
gpt
Why on earth should she? He was probably a bad egg; that friend of hers, that Old Chester doctor, hinted that he was a bad egg. Naturally he is not a pleasant subject of conversation for his wife. . . . Her only friends, except in his own little circle, were two old men (one of them dead now), in Old Chester.
human
Well, Heaven knows a parson and a doctor are about as good friends as a woman can have. . . . But no _women_ friends belonging to her past.
gpt
Thank the Lord! If she had a lot of cackling females coming to see her, _I_ wouldn't want to!
human
She has a tender heart; she's not hard like the rest of her sex.