matter of this kind, where my health, and perhaps my life, is concerned,
I ought to have a little say. I don't ask you to give up your principles,
and I don't dream of giving you up, and yet you won't just to please
me!--exchange a few words with another doctor about my case, merely
because he's allopathic. I should call it bigotry, and I don't see how
you can call it anything else." There was a sound of voices at the door
outside, and she called cheerily, "Come in, Mr. Libby,--come in! There's
nobody but Grace here," she added, as the young man tentatively opened
the door, and looked in. He wore an evening dress, even to the white
cravat, and he carried in his hand a crush hat: there was something
anomalous in his appearance, beyond the phenomenal character of his
costume, and he blushed consciously as he bowed to Grace, and then at her
motion shook hands with her. Mrs. Maynard did not give herself the
fatigue of rising; she stretched her hand to him from the lounge, and he
took it without the joy which he had shown when Grace made him the same
advance. "How very swell you look. Going to an evening party this
morning?" she cried; and after she had given him a second glance of
greater intensity, "Why, what in the world has come over' you?" It was
the dress which Mr. Libby wore. He was a young fellow far too well made,
and carried himself too alertly, to look as if any clothes misfitted him;
his person gave their good cut elegance, but he had the effect of having
fallen away in them. "Why, you look as if you had been sick a month!"
Mrs. Maynard interpreted.

The young man surveyed himself with a downward glance. "They're
Johnson's," he explained. "He had them down for a hop at the Long Beach
House, and sent over for them. I had nothing but my camping flannels, and
they have n't been got into shape yet, since yesterday. I wanted to come
over and see how you were."