The Wheels of Time

By Florence L. Barclay Author of The Rosary and The Mistress of Shenstone
ILLUSTRATED BY R. G. VOSBURGH
New York Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. Publishers
Copyright, 1908, 1910,
By THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.
To one woman who said I go not, but afterwards repented and went
Illustrations
The Wheels of Time
The doctor stood, with his hand on the doorknob, and gave a final look back into his wife's boudoir.
There was nothing in that room suggestive of town or of town life and work—delicate green and white, a mossy carpet, masses of spring flowers; cool, soft, noiseless, fragrant.
Standing in the doorway the doctor could hear the agitated clang of the street-door bell, Stoddart crossing the hall; the opening and closing of the door, and Stoddart's subdued and sympathetic voice saying: Step this way, please. A heavy, depressed foot or an anxious, hurried one, according to the mental condition of its owner, obeyed; and the shutting of the library door meant another patient added to the number of those who were already listlessly turning over the pages of bound volumes of Punch or scrutinizing with unseeing eyes the Landseer engraving over the mantelpiece.