"Sir Douglas Munro! Oh Mona! I heard my father say once that Sir Douglas was a good fellow, but that no one could look at him and doubt that he had sown his wild oats very thoroughly."
"Don't!" said Mona, with a little stamp of her foot. "Why need we think of it? I cannot even tell you how kind he has been to me."
Doris was about to reply, but Mr Reynolds came in at the moment, and they chatted on general topics for a few minutes. "Dr Alice Bateson has just come in," he said, in answer to Doris's inquiry after Lucy.
Doris's face flushed. "Oh," she said eagerly, "I should so like to meet Dr Alice Bateson."
"Should you?" he said, with a fatherly smile. "That is easily managed. We will open the door and waylay her as she comes down. Ah, doctor! here is a young lady from Scotland who is all anxiety to make your acquaintance. May I introduce her?"
Miss Bateson came in. She did not at all like to be made a lion of, but Doris's fair, eager face was irresistible.
"I am very glad," Doris said shyly, "to express my personal thanks to any woman who is helping on what I consider one of the noblest causes in the world."
"It is a grand work," said Dr Bateson rather shortly. "Miss——" she looked at Mona.
"Maclean," said Mona, with a smile.
"Miss Maclean will be able to show you our School and Hospital. Perhaps we may meet some day at the Hospital. Good morning."