"But why come here," Gladys demanded, "when you were told to stay in
bed till the end of the week. It is frightfully risky."
Shiel then explained to her the purport of his visit.
"Then it was to warn me, to put me on my guard against Hamar, that you
disobeyed the doctor's orders," she said.
Shiel nodded. "You are not displeased, are you?" he asked nervously.
"I am displeased with you for thinking so little of yourself," Gladys
said, "and more than obliged to you for thinking so much of me. You
know I only consented to marry Mr. Hamar to save my father--and you
say he no longer has the power to work spells?"
"I believe that to be a fact," Shiel replied.
"Then he lied to me!" Gladys observed. "He threatened that unless I
saw him as often as he wished, and went with him wherever he wanted,
and a good many more things, he would inflict my father with every
conceivable disease. You are quite sure your information is correct?"
"Absolutely!"
"Then, thank God!" Gladys said with a great sigh of relief. "I shall
know how to act now."
"You will break off your engagement?" Shiel inquired eagerly.
"No! I can't do that!" Gladys said sadly. "I've promised to marry Mr.
Hamar, and, therefore, marry him I must."
"Promises made under such conditions are mere extortions, they don't
count."
"I fear they do," Gladys replied. "I've never yet broken my word."
"Then there's no hope for me," Shiel gasped.
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