"I will not fail you."
"I don't know how it is," he said, "but though we are strangers I have a prophetic instinct that you can help me."
"I will do my best, Mr. Vincent."
Congratulating myself on my new and promising patient, I made my way into the lobby. There presently I met Mrs. Wyman and Count Penelli. I learned later that she had purchased two cheap seats and invited the Count to accompany her. They had not distinguished me in the audience, I was so far away from them.
"Dr. Fenwick!" exclaimed Mrs. Wyman, in surprise. "I thought you said you were not coming."
"I changed my mind," I answered, smiling. "Of course, you enjoyed the concert?"
"Did I not? But where were you sitting?"
"In the orchestra."
"What! Among the millionaires?"