"No," he said brusquely, "I guess not. I hope to see you again, though."
"Why do you suppose he said that?" Venetia inquired quickly when they had started.
Helen blushed, as she answered slowly, "Perhaps he doesn't like my husband."
"Don't you think he's the most interesting man you ever saw?" the girl exclaimed breathlessly. "At first he frightened me; he said such queer things—things people don't say, just think them. But I like it now. I mean to see a lot more of him somehow."
"Will you get your mother to ask him to Forest Park?" Helen asked mischievously.
"Just imagine it! Wouldn't Mrs. Phillips be nice to him? They'd have a fight the first thing, if she even looked at him. But I am sure he's the most interesting man I ever met. He's lots nicer than Stanwood's friends. They are always trying to hold your hand and wanting to kiss you. It makes up for conversation."
"Venetia!" the older woman protested.
"Well, they do! And when I told mamma once, she said that a girl could always manage men if she wanted to."
As-the carriage stopped at the apartment house where the Harts lived, the girl impulsively kissed the older woman.
"I'm so glad I know you—and the doctor, too!"