“No; I had to see some merchants who are going away early in the morning. The sleigh was sent in for me, so I thought I would call for you and Miss Delavigne.”
“Are you going out to Pinewood?” asked Dr. Camperdown of his hostess.
“Yes; to spend the night and a part of tomorrow.”
“It will do you good,” he returned; “I suppose you are sorry to have her go, Miss Delavigne?”
“More sorry than I can tell you,” said Vivienne.
“You saucy little girl!” and he frowned ominously at her. Then in a lower key, and making sure that Stargarde and Mr. Armour were deep in conversation, “Has she been talking to you?”
“Oh, yes, of many things.”
“Good; let her advise you. What do you think of her?”
“I—I think that she is magnificent,” said Vivienne, trying to speak calmly.
“Better still,” said the physician in deep satisfaction. “Be with her all you can; she’s a rock for strength and an angel for sweetness.”