“Sometimes I think he is,” said Dollie, complacently. Her faith in her lover was something that passed comprehension.
That evening both Dollie and Miss Allyn went out, Dollie with her lover and Miss Allyn on business. As Marion seated herself in a big arm-chair in the semi-darkness, she looked around their little home with a sigh of genuine pleasure.
“I almost hate to leave it,” she said aloud. “It is so sweet, so homelike and so beautifully cosy.”
There was a peal of the bell just at that very moment, which was so shrill that it brought her to her feet in a second.
“Our callers are coming early,” she thought as she went to look for the door opener, “but everything looks cosy even if we are not all settled.”
“I am looking for Miss Marion Marlowe,” said a voice on the stairs as Marion stepped out into the hall.
“I have been to her old address and they sent me here. I wonder, if I should find her, if she would be willing to see me?”
Marion’s laugh rippled out merrily at this naive request, and she held out her hand cordially to her unexpected caller.
“I am delighted to see you, Dr. Brookes,” she said, smiling, “but I am very sorry that both my friend and my sister are absent this evening. They would both have stayed at home if we had known you were coming.”
“Oh, I am not so difficult to entertain as all that,” was the jolly answer. “One young lady at a time is enough, I find, Miss Marlowe. I am not so piggish as to want a dozen.”