"
"Do you mean that you are anxious about that fever in Water Lane?"
"There was an oppressive sickly air about everything, strongest at
the ball. I can't forget it," said Raymond, taking off his hat, so
that the morning air might play about his temples. "We talked about
meddling women, but the truth was that they were shaming us by doing
what they could."
"I hope others will see it so. Is not Whitlock to be mayor next
time?"
"Yes. He may do something. Well, they will hardly unseat me! I
should not like to see Moy in my place, and it would be a sore thing
for my mother; but," he continued, in the same strange, dreamy
manner, "everything has turned out so wretchedly that I hardly know
or care how it goes."
"My dear old fellow!"
Raymond had stopped to lean over a gate, where he could look up to
the old red house in the green park, set in brightly-tinted trees,
all aglow in the morning sunshine. Tears had sprung on his cheeks,
and a suppressed sob heaved his chest. Julius ventured to say,
"Perhaps there may yet be a change of mind.
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