The car she saw was not Dr. McClain’s.
Entering the room, notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, she found it filled with people.
Kara sat in the center in her wheeled chair. She looked pale but excited and interested.
Three visitors were standing near her. They were Mr. and Mrs. Jeremy Hammond and the little girl, Lucy Martin, whom they had adopted some months ago.
In the years at the old Gray House on the hill in Westhaven Lucy had been Kara’s special charge.
If Tory had been fascinated by the little girl’s extraordinary beauty in the past, she was more startled to-night. The room was lighted only by candles and a single large lamp under a yellow shade.
Lucy wore a pale yellow dress of some filmy, soft material and a large hat circled with a wreath of flowers.
She had removed her hat and held it as one would a large basket. Her dark hair made a stiff aureole about her delicately cut face with its pointed chin, large brilliantly black eyes and full red lips.
Then Tory was both startled and repelled by the younger girl’s expression.
She was staring at Kara with no suggestion of sympathy or affection; instead, she looked shocked and frightened and even disdainful.