"Neither he nor Captain Bohun. Richard has just come in now."
Mrs. Gass would fain have kept him longer, but he told her the sick man Ketler was waiting for him. This man was one of the North workmen, who had been terribly injured in the arm; Dr. Rane hoped to save both arm and life.
"That receipt for the rhubarb jam Mrs. Cumberland promised: is it ever coming?" asked Mrs. Gass as Dr. Rane was quitting the room.
Turning back, he put his hat on the table and took out his pocketbook. Mrs. Cumberland had sent it at last. He selected the paper from amongst several others and handed it to her.
"I forgot to leave it when I was here this morning, Mrs. Gass. My mother gave it me yesterday."
Between them they dropped the receipt. Both stooped for it, and their heads came together. There was a slight laugh; in the midst of which the pocketbook fell on the carpet. Some papers fluttered out of it, which the doctor picked up and replaced.
"Have you got them all, doctor? How is the young lady's cold?"
"What young lady's?" he questioned.
"Miss Adair's."
"I did not know she had one."