The doctor looked up at Constance with a pleasant smile. "There's both the
sense and the nonsense of the Christian Science idiocy," he said; and half
in response to his smile and half in nervous relief, Constance laughed
merrily.

"I am glad for anything that makes him feel better," she replied; then,
colouring once more, she added, "and will you let me express my regret for
my impulsive words a little while ago, and my thanks to you for relieving
the suffering for which I am, to a certain extent, responsible?"

"There is no necessity for either, Miss Durant, though I am grateful for
both," he replied.

"Will there be much suffering?"

"Probably no more than ordinarily occurs in such simple fractures," said
the doctor; "and we'll certainly do our best that there shall not be."

"And may I see him to-morrow?"

"Certainly, if you come between eleven and one."

"Thank you," said Constance. "And one last favour. Will you tell me the
way to my carriage?"

"If you will permit me, I'll see you to it," offered Dr. Armstrong.

With an acknowledgment of the head, Constance turned and took the boy's
hand and said a good-bye.