“Most certainly,” said Mrs. Clyde. “And now, Mr. Taylor,” she added, answering a look of appeal from that uncomfortable gentleman, “come and see the sketches. I really believe they are Whistler’s.”
As they left, Dr. Strong looked down at Louise Ennis with a smile.
“At present I prescribe a little cold water for those eyes,” said he. “And then some general conversation in the drawing-room. Come here tomorrow at four.”
“No,” said she. “I want to begin at once.”
“So as to profit by the impetus of the first enthusiasm? Very well. How did you come here this evening?”
“In my limousine.”
“Sell it.”
“Sell my new car? At this time of year?”
“Store it, then.”
“And go about on street-cars, I suppose?”