“Forgive me, won't you?” he said as he advanced to Mrs. Evringham and clasped the outstretched hand which eagerly welcomed him. “It was my one leisure half hour to-day.”
He brought the freshness of the spring air with him, and he went on around the table shaking hands with the others, and finally drew up a chair beside Jewel.
“No, I can't eat anything,” he declared in response to the urging of Mrs. Evringham and the housekeeper. “Can't stay long enough for that.”
His eyes fastened on the graceful girl opposite him, who was trying to offset her blushes by a direct and nonchalant gaze. The rose on her breast seemed to be scorching her cheeks. She knew that her mother was exulting in the lucky inspiration which had made her set it there.
“How good of you to come and cheer us!” exclaimed Mrs. Evringham. “Do take off your coat and stay for a cosy hour. We will have some music.”
“Don't tempt me. I have an office hour awaiting me. I came principally to see this little girl.”
Jewel had leaned back in her chair and was watching his bright face expectantly.
“I'm glad of it,” rejoined Mrs. Evringham devoutly. “I distrust these sudden recoveries, Dr. Ballard. Do make very sure that she hasn't one of those lingering, treacherous fevers. I've heard of such things.”
Dr. Ballard's eyes laughed into those of his little neighbor. “She doesn't look the part,” he returned.
Jewel gave a glance around the table. “Will you excuse me?” she said politely, then she reached up to the doctor's ear.