THE BIRTHPLACE
in proportion to other matters, he looked the more like a giraffe. It was now at last that he really caught on. "I may be in danger again—and the danger is what has moved you? Oh!" the poor man fairly moaned. His appreciation of it quite weakened him, yet he pulled himself together. "You've your view of my danger?"
It was wondrous how, with that note definitely sounded, the air was cleared. Lucid Mr. Hayes, at the end of a minute, had put the thing in a nutshell. "I don't know what you'll think of us—for being so beastly curious."
"I think," poor Gedge grimaced, "you're only too beastly kind."
"It's all your own fault," his friend returned, "for presenting us (who are not idiots, say) with so striking a picture of a crisis. At our other visit, you remember," he smiled, "you created an anxiety for the opposite reason. Therefore if this should again be a crisis for you, you'd really give us the case with an ideal completeness."
"You make me wish," said Morris Gedge, "that it might be one."
"Well, don't try—for our amusement—to bring one on. I don't see, you know, how you can have much margin. Take care—take care."
Gedge took it pensively in. "Yes, that was what you said a year ago. You did me the honour to be uneasy as my wife was."
Which determined on the young woman's part an immediate question. "May I ask, then, if Mrs. Gedge is now at rest?"
"No; since you do ask. She fears, at least, that I go too far; she doesn't believe in my margin. You see, we had our scare after your visit. They came down."
His friends were all interest. "Ah! They came down?"
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