Publisher's Synopsis
The Secret of the Tower By Anthony Hope "I was just desperate! Then one day-in bed-the thought of you came. It seemed an absolute inspiration. I remembered the card you sent on my last birthday-you've never forgotten my birthdays, though it's years since we met-with your new address here-and your 'Doctor, ' and all the letters after your name! I thought it rather funny." A faint smile, the first since Miss Walford's arrival at Inkston, probably the first since Captain Eustace Cranster's shell-shock had wrought catastrophe-appeared on her lips. "How I waited for your answer! You don't mind having me, do you, dear? Mamma insisted on suggesting the P.G. arrangement. I was afraid you'd shy at it." "Not a bit! I should have liked to have you anyhow, but I can make you much more comfortable with the P.G. money. And your maid too-she looks as if she was accustomed to the best! By the way, need she be quite so tearful? She's more tearful than you are yourself." "Jeanne's very, very fond of me," Cynthia murmured reproachfully. "Oh, well get her out of that," said Mary briskly. "The tears, I mean, not the fondness. I'm very fond of you myself. Six years ago you were a charming kitten, and I used to enjoy being your 'visiting governess'-to say nothing of finding the guineas very handy while I was waiting to qualify. You're rather like a kitten still, one of those blue-eyed ones-Siamese, aren't they?-with close fur and a wondering look. But you mustn't mew down here, and you must have lots of milk and cream. Even if rations go on, I can certify all the extras for you. That's the good of being a doctor!" She laughed cheerfully as she took a cigarette from the mantelpiece and lit it.
