him richly for driving the cab. But she was unnaturally cool about Lady
Cicely; and the exquisite reason soon came out. "Oh yes! She is very
good; very kind; but it is not for me now! No! you shall not sail about
with her cub of a cousin, and leave me at such a time."

Christopher groaned.

"Christie, you shall not see that lady again. She came here to part us.
SHE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU. I was blind not to see it before."

Next day, as Lady Cicely sat alone in the morning-room thinking over
this very scene, a footman brought in a card and a note. "Dr. Staines
begs particularly to see Lady Cicely Treherne."

The lady's pale cheek colored; she stood irresolute a single moment. "I
will see Dr. Staines," said she.

Dr. Staines came in, looking pale and worn; he had not slept a wink
since she saw him last.

She looked at him full, and divined this at a glance. She motioned
him to a seat, and sat down herself, with her white hand pressing her
forehead, and her head turned a little away from him.




CHAPTER XIII.