"Oh, no! She'll be back to-night."
"Will you see her then?"
"To be sure—she lives with me."
"Oh!"
"I'll send her home the minit I see her," went on Mrs. Kennedy.
"Then I'll return and tell him that," said the nurse. "Be sure and insist upon her coming. He is so anxious he is almost crazy over it."
"Sure and he ought to be—drivin' her away in that fashion."
"I guess it was his sickness did it, Mrs. Kennedy. The man is not himself; anybody can see that. The case puzzles the doctors very much."
Mrs. Conroy had some necessary shopping to do, but an hour saw her returning to the mansion on Fifth Avenue.
"Well?" questioned Mark Horton anxiously. "Did you see her?"