“Yes, she likes it, but—­well, she has a heavenly soul in an earthly body, and now at last the body is in revolt against overuse, or that at least is the way McGregor puts it.  I ought to have stopped it long ago.”  John was faintly amused at the idea of any one controlling Ann Penhallow where her despotic beliefs concerning duties were concerned.

The Squire was silent for a little while, and then said, “It has got to stop, John.  I have talked to McGregor and to her.  Leila is to meet us in Philadelphia.  I shall take them to Cape May and leave them there for at least the two months of summer.  You may know what that means for me and for her, and, I suppose, for you.”

“Could I not go there for a while?”

“I think not.  I really have not the courage to be left alone, John.  I think of asking you to spend a part of the day at the mills this summer.  You will have to learn the business, for as you know your own property, your aunt’s and mine are largely invested in our works.  I thought too of an engineering school for you in the fall, and then of the School of Mines in Paris.  It is a long look ahead, but it would fit you to relieve me of my work.  Think it over, my son.  How does it look to you, or have you thought of what you mean or want to do?  Don’t answer me now—­think it over.  And now I have some letters to write.  Good-night.”

John went upstairs to bed with much to think about, and above all else of the disappointing summer before him and the wish he had long cherished, but which his uncle’s last words had made it necessary for him to reconsider.

Ann Penhallow had made a characteristic fight against the combined forces of the doctor and her husband.  She had declared she would give up this and that, if only she could be left at home.  She showed to the doctor an irritability quite new to his experience of her and which he accepted as added evidence of need of change.  Her bodily condition and her want of common sense in a matter so clear to him troubled the Squire and drove him to his usual resort when worried—­long rides or hard tramps with his gun.  After luncheon and a decisive talk with Mrs. Ann, she had pleaded that he ought to remain with them at the shore.  She was sure he needed it and it would set her mind at ease.  He told her what she knew well enough, how impossible it would be for him to leave the mills and be absent long.  She who rarely manufactured difficulties now began to ask how this was to be done and that, until Rivers said at last, “I can promise to read at the hospital until I go away for my August holiday.”

“You would not know the kind of things to read.”

“No one could do it as well as you,” said Rivers, “but I can try.”

“Everything will be cared for, Ann,” said Penhallow, “only don’t worry.”

“I never worry,” she returned, rising.  “You men think everything will run along easily without a woman’s attention.”