“Shall I go and get my money?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “No,” he replied in a low tone. “I came to thank you very much for your note, and to tell you that you don't owe me anything. I'm not usually a 'no cure, no pay' doctor. I take the money anyway, but this time I'm going to make an exception.”
“Why?” asked Jewel, speaking aloud as long as he did.
“Well, you see, you didn't take the medicine. That makes a difference. Most people take it.”
“Ye—es,” rejoined Jewel rather doubtfully. She was not sure of this logic.
“So now we're perfectly square,” went on the doctor, “but don't you fall ill again.” He shook his head at her. “I want us to remain friends.”
“We'd always be friends, wouldn't we?” returned Jewel, smiling into his laughing eyes.
“When is our golf coming off, Miss Eloise?” he asked, looking across the table again.
“When the weather permits,” she responded graciously.
“I guess that's going to be all right,” commented Mrs. Forbes mentally. “She's as pretty as a painting with that rose on, and her mother looks as contented as a cat with her paw on a mouse. She don't mean to play with that mouse, either. She won't run any risks. She'll take it right in. You're pretty near done for, my young feller, and your eyes look willing, I must say.”