"When you find time," she answered coldly.
"Good-by, Robert," said Frederic, in an affable tone.
Robert bowed.
"Well, Remington," said Frederic when they emerged into the street. "What do you say?"
"I say that your aunt treated us both with scant courtesy."
"She reserves that for young Frost, her secretary. He is first favorite, and is working to make himself her heir."
"We will put a spoke in his wheel," said the physician. "I shall have no hesitation in giving you a certificate of your aunt's probable insanity."
"Good! I will see that you are properly compensated."
"That sounds very well, Frederic, but is too indefinite."
"What do you want, then?"