The attendant conducted the party into a spacious, plainly furnished reception or waiting room, saw them seated, and then took away Mr. Rockharrt's card.
A few minutes passed, and a tall, white haired, venerable form, clothed in a long black coat and a round skull cap, entered the room, looking from side to side for his visitor.
Mr. Rockharrt got up and went to meet him.
"Mr. Rockharrt, of North End?" courteously inquired the venerable man.
"The same. Dr. ——, I presume."
"Yes, sir. Pray be seated. And this lady?" inquired the venerable doctor, courteously turning toward Cora.
"Oh—my granddaughter, Mrs. Rothsay."
The aged man shook hands kindly with Cora, and then turned to Mr. Rockharrt, as if silently questioning his will.
"I came to inquire about the lady who was found in an unconscious state at the Hudson River Railway depot. How is she?" The old man's anxiety betrayed itself even through his deliberate words.
"She is better. You know the lady?"