"I'll make it ninety days, Jim; and if this story comes in I'll see that you get a corking bonus."
"I'm not looking for bonuses. I'm proud of my work. To get this story is all I want. That'll be enough. Thanks for the extension of time. Good night."
So Florence received a long night letter in the morning.
And the doctor arrived at about the same time. And called promptly upon his patient.
"Fine!" he said. "The sea air was just the thing. A doctor always likes to find his advice turning out well."
He glanced quizzically at Florence, who was the picture of glowing health. Suddenly he frowned anxiously.
"You need not look at me," she laughed. "I never felt better in all my life."
"Are you sure?"
"Why, what in the world do you mean?"
He did not speak, but stepped forward and took her by the wrist, holding his watch in his other hand. He shook his head. He looked very solemn, indeed.