"So you have been to the Hall, I understand?" he questioned. "Nothing serious, I hope?"
"Oh, no! an attack of nerves mainly. A few cuts and bruises, but they are scarcely more than skin deep. She's evidently had a narrow squeak though."
"Ah! I tried to get something out of Sterne, but he's in too much pain to be very communicative."
"What was troubling Miss Grover most when I got there," Chester replied, "was the fear that he had not been rescued."
"An attachment between them already?" the elder man queried, with a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't think so," was the reply, "though naturally if a man saves a woman's life she becomes interested in him."
"Unless he happens to be a doctor, eh?"
"Oh! well, doctors do not count," Chester said, with a laugh.
"Perhaps women have no faith in our ability to save life," Dr. Pendarvis questioned.
"Oh, yes, I think they have," the younger man replied, slowly; "but then you see, we do it professionally. There is no touch of romance about it, and we are not supposed to take any risks."