CHAPTER 13“You must go in, Jenny. You’ll catch cold, sitting out here.”
It was a vapid thing to say when his heart was moved with so much compassion, finding her still out there on the stone garden bench, a frail small ghost in the deepening shadows, so pitifully alone and secluded while inside the lighted house everything was robust excitement and lusty tumult.
Jonas Smith wiped the cold sweat off his brow. He was glad to be out of it and let Dr. Pardee try to beat some sense into the old devil’s head. With Wetherby and Elizabeth and himself all worn out trying to make Professor Darrell stay in bed, the nurse dudgeoning off, Dr. Pardee dudgeoning in, Jonas wondered why the hell they just didn’t let him get up, go to his blasted poker game, drink a hogshead of Maryland rye if he wanted t
