"Why--why, yes," he admitted, "I suppose I am responsible. You see,
I--well--ah--I have friends at the Washington branch of the Society and
I dropped a line requesting that some--ah--literature be sent to Captain
Hallett. But it was nothing, really. Dear me, no. How is your father
this morning, Lulie?"
Lulie's face expressed her happiness. "Oh, he is ever and ever so much
better," she declared. "Last night I was so afraid that the shock and
the dreadful disappointment and all might have a very had effect upon
him, but it hasn't. He is weak this morning and tired, of course, but
his brain is perfectly clear and he talks as calmly as you or I. Yes,
a good deal more calmly than I am talking just now, for I am very much
excited."
She laughed a little. Then, with a blush which caused the Boston
connoisseur to re-endorse his own estimate of her looks, added: "I just
must tell you this, Martha, you and Mr. Bangs, for I know you will be
almost as much delighted as I am--of course, I put in the 'almost.'
This morning, a little while ago, I ventured to mention Nelson's name
to father and to hint that perhaps now that he knew Marietta's 'medium'
nonsense to be all a fraud, he would believe as I did that the things
she said about Nelson were frauds, too. I said it in fear and trembling,
and for some time he didn't answer. Then he called me to him and said he
guessed I was probably right.
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