"Some have done so," laughed Frank. "It was a chemist's shop before Brown took to it. I tell them it is only a surgery now."
"When do you expect Daisy?" asked Charles, after a pause.
"This evening."
"This evening!"
"I shall snatch a moment at dusk to fetch her," added Frank. "Mrs. Townley is going into Cornwall on a visit to The Mount, and Daisy comes home."
"Have the people at The Mount forgiven Daisy yet?"
"No. They will not do that, I expect, until I am established as a first-rate practitioner, with servants and carriages about me. Mrs. St. Clare likes show."
"She wouldn't like this, I'm afraid," spoke Charles, candidly, looking up at the low ceiling and across at the walls.
Frank was saved a reply. Sam, the boy, who had been out on an errand, entered, and began delivering a message to his master.
"Would you like some dinner, Charley?" asked Frank. "Come along, I don't know what there is to-day."