"I don't know. But I am going down to see him."

At sight of the young man's face, Grace felt her heart lighten. He had
jumped from his buggy, and was standing at his smiling ease on the piazza
steps, looking about as if for some one, and he brightened joyfully at
her coming. He took her hand with eager friendliness, and at her impulse
began to move away to the end of the piazza with her. The ladies had not
yet descended to the beach; apparently their interest in Dr. Breen's
patient kept them.

"How is Mrs. Maynard this morning?" he asked; and she answered, as they
got beyond earshot,--

"Not better, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the young man. "Then you won't be able to drive
with me this morning? I hope she is n't seriously worse?" he added,
recurring to Mrs. Maynard at the sight of the trouble in Grace's face.

"I shall ask to drive with you," she returned. "Mr. Libby, do you know
where Corbitant is?"

"Oh, yes."

"And will you drive me there?"

"Why, certainly!" he cried, in polite wonder.

"Thank you." She turned half round, and cast a woman's look at the other