The Price He Paid — page 207: what you’re looking at

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198 : DOCTOR FRANZ, “What is it, dear?” she asked. “Do you know this Dr. Franz?” In spite of the convent education, they had got so far as this caressing little epithet “dear” in the course of the day. “Yes, [have known him some time,” said Max, collecting himself with an effort—try as he would, however, he could not speak with quite his wonted steadiness. “I will see him, certainly, at once; and do mea favor,Agnes. Leave us together while he is here, and take care that we are not disturbed.” The stranger, a gray-haired man of meager form and stooping gait, at once obeyed the summons. On entering, he closed the door of the sick-room quickly behind him, and hurried up to the invalid, who had raised himself in his bed, and stretched out both hands to his visitor. “Hather! For Heaven’s sake, what brought you here? How could you run such a risk?” For all answer, Dr. Rudolph Brunnow put his _arm round his son’s shoulders, and scanned his features with a careful anxious scrutiny. “You are better? They told me so outside. Thank Heaven !” | “But how did you hear of my accident?” ques- tioned Max. You were not to have been told until it was all happily over. I did not want to cause you useless anxiety.” “JT received a telegram from your doctor, yester- day. He communicated to me that you were badly wounded, and in a critical condition. JI was to hold myself prepared for the worst.. An hour later I was on the road hither, and [reached this town by the next express.” “A confounded old fool!” burst out Max, in a fury. “Isit not enough that he has tormented me and all the people about me with this rubbish, that now he must bring you here, too? If I could have guessed it, this morning, I would have taken him to book in another fashion.” Dr, Brunnow looked at his son in speechless aa ei 08: Then he heaved a deep-drawn sigh of relief. Eomicbooks (E()