“I didn’t kiss my hand, but I would if I had thought of it. He’s a great chum of mine—a fellow-student at Vienna.”
“Doctor Feeder.”
Jackson Lemon’s companion had a dandling pause. “Are all your friends doctors?”
“No—some of them are in other businesses.”
“Are they all in some business?”
“Most of them—save two or three like Dexter Freer.”
“‘Dexter’ Freer? I thought you said Doctor Freer.”
The young man gave a laugh. “You heard me wrong. You’ve got doctors on the brain, Lady Barb.”
“I’m rather glad,” said Lady Barb, giving the rein to her horse, who bounded away.