KIND HEARTED DOCTOR BARNHELM ATTENDS THE SICK CHILD OF MRS. MOONEY.
“Good morning, Miss Barnhelm,” said Fenway, as he rose to meet her. “I know it’s too early for a call, but I wanted you to come for a ride in my new car. It’s downstairs.”
“No, thank you, Mr. Fenway.”
“Oh, but you’ve got to try it. She’s a corker. Why, I was thinking of you when I bought it.”
“Were you?” said Lola coldly.
“Yes, honestly. Why, you know, Lola, that——”
“How long is it since you have heard from your wife in Cleveland?” interrupted Lola.
For a moment his surprise silenced him; then he turned upon her angrily.
“Who’s been telling you my business?” he demanded, almost roughly.