twenty minutes before the visitors' time had expired.

"Say," was her greeting on the following day, as Swot held up another
lurid-looking tale and the dollar bill, "Ise told de doc youse wuzn't
willin' dat he, bein' poor, should bleed de cash dis time, an' dat youse
guv me dis to--"

"You didn't put it that way, Swot?" demanded Miss Durant.

"Wot way?"

"That I said he was poor."

"Soytenly."

"Oh, Swot, how could you?"

"Wot's de matter?"

"I never said that! Was he--was he--What did he say?"

"Nuttin' much, 'cept dat I wuz to guv youse back de dough, for de books
wuz on 'im."

"I'm afraid you have pained him, Swot, and you certainly have pained me.
Did he seem hurt or offended?"

"Nop."

"I wish you would tell him I shall be greatly obliged if he will come to