"You know Doctor Lampson? Good! My car's down-stairs. Go and bring him immediately!"
She returned to Lindaberry.
"Garry, lie on the couch! You've got a scratch; I want to bind it up. Ida, bring me a couple of towels, sponge, water."
He obeyed her, but his glance started nervously at the sight of Ida Summers.
"Who's that?"
She comprehended his humiliation that another should see him thus, and replied again, with a warning look at Ida, who came in:
"My maid, Garry; that's all!"
"Tell her—wait—outside."
"Very well!"
Ida, at a nod, went into the library, not without wonder at the quiet authority of voice and action in her butterfly friend.