"And Dr. Eberstein is such a delightful man that any friend of his is certain to be a darling," babbled the little woman. "You haven't met my doctor, have you, dear. He attends me for nerves! I am a great sufferer from nerves, and I'm sure if those Christian martyrs they make such a fuss over suffered as much as I do, I quite understand them being praised. But I am sure they never did."
"Have you ever met Mr. Montrose?" asked Alice anxiously, for she wanted to have a sketch of the young man beforehand.
"No, my dear. Dr. Eberstein says he is very handsome and very nice, and has a lot of money!"
"That is quite true, Amy. Mr. Montrose inherited my aunt's money."
"Oh, my dear, what a disagreeable thing for you. I shall write to Dr. Eberstein and say that I can't ask him and his friend to dinner."
"Why not?" asked Alice bluntly.
"Well, you don't want to meet a man who has robbed you of——"
"He has not robbed me."
"Your father, I mean, Alice."
"Nor my father, Amy. Lady Staunton had a perfect right to do what she liked with her money. My father is not at all annoyed, nor am I."