"Rather; that is, I've a Saturday afternoon kind of feeling. The office was very hot, and the new man can't quite manage the telephone. Where's Mabel?"
"Gone to see her friends at Richmond. Give me your hat, dear."
She removed her sister's outdoor garb with a deft motherliness which charmed May. Miss Inglis was clearly accustomed to being waited upon; but it seemed quite natural, with her splendid face and figure.
CHAPTER X.
Mr. Lang meets his Match.
"And how is Harold, Mrs. Burnside?" Esther asked as they sipped their tea.
May gave as favourable an account of his progress as she could, to which Miss Inglis listened thoughtfully. "I'm afraid he has an uphill struggle before him, poor old fellow! Without capital, it seems to me, you can do nothing nowadays? Are there many doctors at Beachbourne?"
"A good many; and, of course, it takes time to make a practice."
"It's always the same old story—want of money!" sighed Esther pessimistically. "Nowadays the competition is something dreadful; and what will it be for the next generation?"