Capitolo 37
Because, Beloved, if--"
"Here!" Cried Stanton arriving out suddenly and grabbing the letter.
"Here! You don't have need to read some more!" Its cheeks were crimson.
The eyes of the Doctor brusquely assembled him on its face. "That girl loves Him,"
says the tersely of Doctor. For a moment the lips of the Doctor puffed then
silently to his/her pipe, up to that finally with an almost bashful gesture, him
suddenly shouted: "Stanton, somehow me I feel as if I owed her a
excuse, or rather, you owe Your fiancée one. Somehow when you told me
that day that Your young lady had gone gadding street to Florida
and--the left You alone with Your illness, because I thought--well, more
I have evidently judged badly her."
The throat of Stanton gave a small gasp, then it made to keep silent again. Him the bit his
lips furiously as whether to hold again an exclamation. Then suddenly
the whole one that makes before burst of truth perplexed from him.
"That is not from my fiancée!" he shouted. "That is alone a
professional love-letter. I buy dozen,--so a lot them from the a week."
Reaching again his/her pillow he extricated another letter. "_This_
it is from my fiancée", he said. "Read him/it. Yes, face."
"To tall voice?" gasped the Doctor.
Stanton mentioned with the head. Its forehead was wet with sweat.
"DEAR CARL,
"Still the time is very warm. I am going by bicycle rump
however, almost every morning and almost playing tennis
every afternoon. There you seem to unusually be a great
number of interesting people here this winter. In respect to
the list of names that you have sent me for the marriage, really Carl,
I don't see how I can possibly arrange so many of Your
friends without shortening my his/her own list seriously. Later everything
You have to remember that it is the day of his/her/their bride not the,
bridegroom. And in respect to Your question as to if us
you are waited for to be at home for Christmas and it was possibly able me I systematize
to pass Christmas day with you--because, Carl, you are