passed--and Isabel's reflection was still the subject of Isabel's
contemplation. "He must see many beautiful ladies," she thought,
veering backward and forward between pride and humility. "I wonder what
he sees in Me?"

The clock struck the hour. Almost at the same moment the boudoir-door
opened, and Robert Moody, released at last from attendance on Tommie,
entered the drawing-room.




CHAPTER V.

"WELL?" asked Isabel eagerly, "what does Mr. Hardyman say? Does he think
he can cure Tommie?"

Moody answered a little coldly and stiffly. His dark, deeply-set eyes
rested on Isabel with an uneasy look.

"Mr. Hardyman seems to understand animals," he said. "He lifted the
dog's eyelid and looked at his eyes, and then he told us the bath was
useless."

"Go on!" said Isabel impatiently. "He did something, I suppose, besides
telling you that the bath was useless?"

"He took a knife out of his pocket, with a lancet in it."

Isabel clasped her hands with a faint cry of horror. "Oh, Mr. Moody! did