know before? It was his business to know! I tell you I'll ruin that man if it takes every dollar I've got!"
Belden stared at him helplessly. Was this Peter, this red-faced, scowling menace? As he watched him silently the nurse came in from the greenhouse.
"Mrs. Moore wants to say good night to you, Mr. Moore," she said, her deep, clear voice echoing strangely after the hoarse passion of Peter's rage. "I found these all picked--were you going to take them to her?"
Peter drew a deep breath and put out a shaking hand for the flowers.
"I don't know what's the matter with me, Will--I talk like a fool," he half whispered. "I can't get used to this damned see-saw. First I'm all ready for it, and then I'm nearly wild. And so it goes--up and down, up and down."
"How is she? Is it all settled for to-morrow? Hitchcock said that perhaps--"
"Mrs. Moore is doing very well--really very well. She was a little excited when Mrs. Wylie was with her, but she is nicely sleepy now. I thin