"
"I'm glad to hear it. I hardly hoped it would have happened so soon.
I told you, Major, that I was appealing to him in the right way."
"It's a loss of three pounds a week to me," said Doyle, "without
reckoning what he might take to drink. I'll be expecting you to make
that good to me--you and the Major between you."
"It was the cooking did it, I suppose," said Meldon.
"That and the state his bed was in," said Doyle. "It was close on
eleven o'clock last night, and I was sitting smoking quiet and easy
along with the doctor, when there came a noise like as if some one
would be ringing a bell, and him in a hurry. It was the doctor drew my
attention to it first; but I told him he'd better sit where he was, for
it was Sabina's business to go up to any one that would ring a bell.
Well, the ringing went on terrible strong, for maybe ten minutes, and--"
"Sabina funked it, I suppose," said Meldon.
"She did be in dread," said Doyle, "on account of the way the bell was
going, not knowing what there might be at the other end of it. That's
what she said any way, and I believe her. The doctor spoke to her,
encouraging her, the way she'd go and see whatever it might be, and
we'd be at peace again.
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