“Miss Flint,” he called out, “I wanted to say a word to you before you went.”
“Yes,” she said, stopping and turning to him.
He paused a moment before speaking, as he looked into her face.
“I don't wonder this has upset you a little,” he said; “a reaction always comes afterwards—even with the strongest of us.”
“I am all right,” she replied, unconsciously repeating Hilary's words. “How is Mr. Vane?”
“You have done a splendid thing,” said the doctor, gravely. And he continued, after a moment: “It is Mr. Vane I wanted to speak to you about. He is an intimate friend, I believe, of your father's, as well as Mr. Flint's right-hand man in—in a business way in this State. Mr. Vane himself will not listen to reason. I have told him plainly that if he does not drop all business at once, the chances are ten to one that he will forfeit his life very shortly. I understand that there is a—a convention to be held at the capital the day after to-morrow, and that it is Mr. Vane's firm intention to attend it. I take the liberty of suggesting that you lay these facts before your father, as Mr. Flint probably has more influence with Hilary Vane than any other man. However,” he added, seeing Victoria hesitate, “if there is any reason why you should not care to speak to Mr. Flint—”
“Oh, no,” said Victoria; “I'll speak to him, certainly. I was going to ask you—have you thought of Mr. Austen Vane? He might be able to do something.”
“Of course,” said the doctor, after a moment, “it is an open secret that Austen and his father have—have, in short, never agreed. They are not now on speaking terms.”
“Don't you think,” asked Victoria, summoning her courage, “that Austen Vane ought to be told?”
“Yes,” the doctor repeated decidedly, “I am sure of it. Everybody who knows Austen Vane as I do has the greatest admiration for him. You probably remember him in that Meader case,—he isn't a man one would be likely to forget,—and I know that this quarrel with his father isn't of Austen's seeking.”