A big hand was laid on his shoulder, he turned and faced the doctor smiling.
"But I don't hate him, my boy! I've given up such foolishness. We've buried the hatchet. I'm to see him in a few minutes and we are to be good friends."
"Bivens invited you here to discuss a business proposition to-night!" Stuart exclaimed, blankly.
"No, no, no," the doctor answered. "I came with Harriet, of course. Her music teacher placed her on the programme. But Mr. Bivens and I have had some correspondence and I'm to see him in a little while and talk things over quite informally, of course, but effectively."
"He has agreed to a conference here?" the young lawyer asked, anxiously.
"Why, of course. His butler has just told me he would see me immediately after the ball begins."
Stuart breathed easier.
"Then, it's all right. I was just going to suggest that I speak to Mr. Bivens for you."
"Not at all, my boy, not necessary, I assure you. It will be all right. In five minutes' talk our little differences will all be settled."
"If I can be of any service, you'll let me know?"