Chapter XIX

Thurly took his mother to market next morning and while she was selecting meat he made occasion to telephone from the drug store to Tasha. He hoped to make an appointment to see her if possible that afternoon. But Tasha, it appeared, was occupied at that moment and could not come to the telephone. “Is she—well?” asked Thurly anxiously. “So far as I know, she is,” replied the voice of the servant. “Will you say to her that Mr. Macdonald will call this afternoon if convenient?” “I will, sir. Good bye, sir,” and the m…