“Don’t wait around any longer,” he whispered. “I’ll stay here with Madame Yvonett until her regular physician arrives and the trained nurse you sent for. Do you still wish me to dine with you tonight?”
“Of course; don’t fail me,” in some alarm. “I must have a long talk with you. Janet refuses to call off her dinner tonight, and father backs her up. Mother’s not strong enough today to be dragged into the discussion, or I would soon put an end to the affair. Look here, Paul,” drawing out a well-filled wallet and thrusting a handful of bills into his friend’s hand. “See that Madame Yvonett wants for nothing.”
“I will,” promised Potter, and disappeared inside the sick-room.
Miss Rebekah was sitting disconsolately in the lower hall as Duncan made his way to the front door.
“How is Madame Yvonett?” she asked eagerly.
“She has regained consciousness and is resting quietly”—the spinster’s face lighted with relief. “You can trust absolutely to Dr. Potter,” added Duncan. “He will remain until Madame Yvonett’s family physician arrives.”
“Thank you, thank you both,” stammered Miss Rebekah incoherently. “What should I have done without you!”
“That’s all right,” replied Duncan soothingly. “Will you do me a very great kindness, Miss Graves?”
“Surely.”
“Then telephone me the instant Miss Langdon returns. My number is”—drawing out his visiting-card and writing the figures upon it. “You won’t forget?”