Why could not all women manage those big veils the way
some women did, he wondered.
He sat down in the chair before his desk, and swung it around facing her.
Then he waited for her to speak.
That little timidity was upon her for the second, but she broke through
it, seeming to shake it off with a little shake of her head. "Dr.
Parkman," she said--her voice was low and well controlled--"I have come
to you because I want you to help me."
He liked that. Very few people came out with the truth at the start that
way.
"I wonder if you know," she went on, looking at him with a very sweet
seriousness, "that Karl is very unhappy?"
His face showed that that was unexpected. "Why, yes," he assented, "I
know that his heart has not been as philosophical as some of his words;
but"--gently--"what can you expect?"
She did not answer that, but pondered something a minute. "Dr. Parkman,"
she began abruptly, "just why do you think it is Karl cannot go on with
his work? I do not mean his lectures, but his own work in the laboratory,
the research?"
Again he showed that she was surprising him.
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