"Give that to Mrs. Mills," she said.
"You make me very happy as well as her; I am beginning to find how kind and charitable you are."
"No, no," she said gravely. "There are few of us of whom that may be said. How soon do you think your patient will be able to resume work?"
"Next Monday, I hope. She is gaining rapidly."
"How thick you are with the Disagreeable Woman!" said Mrs. Wyman, when she next met me. "Don't fail to invite me to the wedding."
"On one condition."
"What is that?"
"That you invite me to your wedding with the Count."
She smiled complacently and called me a naughty man. I wonder if she aspires to become a Countess.