the mother, now radiant in white lace and jewels, standing before the
white chimney piece, one slippered foot resting upon the low brass
fender. Only when the muffled slam of a coupe door awoke her to
consciousness did she turn and speak to them, and only then with one
of those perfunctory remarks indulged in by some hostesses when their
guests are within ear-shot.

In the midst of the comedy, to which neither made reply, the heavy
portieres were suddenly drawn aside and Blakeman's trained voice rang
out:

"Dr. Sperry!"

A tall, wiry man with a dark complexion, alluring black eyes and black
moustache curled up at the ends, entered hastily, tucking the third
envelope in the pocket of his pique waistcoat.

A peculiar expression flashed subtly from Alice's dark eyes as she
smiled and put forth her hand. "I'm so glad you could come," she
murmured. "I was afraid you would be sent for by somebody at the last
moment."

"And I am more than happy, I assure you, dear lady," he laughed back,
as he bent and kissed the tips of her fingers.

"And yet I feel so guilty--so very guilty, when there is so much
sickness about town this wretched weather," she continued.

Again he smiled--this time in his best professional manner, in the
midst of which he shook hands with Margaret and Thayor. Then he added