that other suite of cards that she held, she looked at him
speculatively. She was, in a way, interested in him.

"I have lived abroad a great deal, the last few years in Cuba." And
his quick eyes flashed across her face. She was not interested in
Cuba, at all events, and evidently knew nothing of that distressful
island. When she left him, he stood looking at the closed door
reflectively.

"It will be for to-morrow," he said to himself, with his short
laugh.

The next morning the doctor paid his usual visit, and Whittaker
handed him an envelope.

"I am leaving this evening," he said, "and I shall leave in your
debt."

The doctor, who was a young man and a Spanish gentleman, slipped the
envelope into his pocket.

"Thank you," he said. "The debt is mine. You are not fit to be
moved yet; but it is as you like."

"Will you order me a carriage to be here at five o'clock this
evening?"

"I will do as you like."

"And omit to mention it to my hostess. You understand my position