and looked round the room. "Where does that door lead to?" she asked, indicating one opposite. "Into my study." "Then you do not study in the library?" "No. I read here for relaxation. When I want to work I go in there." "Let me see where you work?" I hesitated, for I kept my tools there, and I did not know what might be about. "It is professional work I do there," I said. She was quick to see my meaning: "Oh, in that case," she began apologetically. "I am indiscreet, forgive me. I have not realized your position yet, you see. It is so anomalous being both a doctor and a country gentleman. But what a dear old place this is! I cannot think how you can mix up medical pursuits with the names of your ancestors. Were I you I should belong to the Psychical Society only. The material for that kind of research lingers long in these deep recesses. It is built up in thick walls, and concealed behind oak panels. Oh, how can you be a doctor here!" "I am not a doctor, here," I assured her, "at least only in the morning when I make this my consulting room." "I am glad," she said. "This is a place in which to be human." "Is a doctor not human, then?" I asked, a trifle piqued. "No," she answered, laughing. "A doctor is not a man to his lady patients; but an abstraction—a kindly abstraction for whom one sends when a man's presence would be altogether inconvenient. If I am ever ill I will send for you in the abstract confidently." "Well, I hope I may more than answer your expectations in that character," I replied, "should anything so unfortunate as sickness or sorrow induce you to do me the favour of accepting my services." She gave me one quick grave glance. "I know you mean it," she said; "and I know you mean more. You will befriend me if I ever want a friend." "I will," I answered. "Thank you," she said. It was exactly what I had intended with regard to her since I had received Lady Adeline's letter, but a compact entered into on the occasion of our fourth meeting struck me as sudden. I had no time to think of it, however