Yet it was quite obvious that they did know each other, and in no
ordinary manner.
"Do you know Mr. Cresswell well?" the doctor said.
He saw that he could only make the tangle clear by being to some extent
judicial. Humanity merely excited Cuckoo to something that was violently
involved, passionate, and almost hysterical.
"Well enough."
"And Mr. Addison?"
Cuckoo flushed slowly.
"Yes, I know him--quite well."
An almost similar answer, but given with such a change of manner as would
be possible only in a woman. It told the doctor much of the truth and
gave him the first page of a true reading of Cuckoo's character. But
he went on with apparently unconscious quietude:
"And you came here to tell me, who know and like them both, that the one
is ruining the other. What made you come to me?"
"Why, somethin' Julian said once. He thinks a lot of you. I was afraid to
come, but I--I thought I would. It's seein' them--at least Julian--since
they got back made me come."
"I haven't seen them yet," the doctor said, and there was an
interrogation in the accent with which he spoke. Something in Cuckoo's
intense manner roused both wonder and alarm in him. She evidently spoke
driven by tremendous impulse.
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