“I must go too,” said Dr. Camperdown, rising as Mrs. Macartney left the room. “You’ll be all right in a day or two, Miss Delavigne. Mind, we’re to be friends.”
Vivienne looked up gratefully into his sharp gray eyes. “You are very good to come and see me.”
“Armour asked me to,” he said shortly.
“Judy told him that I was ill,” said Vivienne. “I scolded her a little, because I did not think I really needed a doctor.”
“You are a proud little thing,” he remarked abruptly.
Vivienne’s black eyes sought his face in some surprise.
“You can’t get on in this world without help,” he continued. “Be kind to other people and let others be kind to you. How do you and Mrs. Colonibel agree?”
“Passably.”
“Don’t give in to her too much,” he said. “A snub does some people more good than a sermon. Good-night,” and he disappeared abruptly.