phoned, but I wanted to see for myself. I felt a part of the blame
to be mine, for it is partly for me, you know, that you have been
overworking."

"It was all in the game," he said, "and we have won. But sit down and
stay awhile. I know you'll pardon my smoking jacket. We are partners,
you know, and I claim an invalid's privilege as well."

The lady's fine eyes beamed, and her fair cheek flushed with pleasure.
Had he only realised it, he might have claimed of her any privilege a
woman can properly allow, even that of conducting her to the altar.
But to him she was only, thus far, as she had been for a long time, a
very good friend of his own and of Phil's; a former partner's widow,
who had retained her husband's interest in the business; a wholesome,
handsome woman, who was always excellent company and at whose table he
had often eaten, both before and since her husband's death. Nor,
despite Kirby's notions, was he entirely ignorant of the lady's
partiality for himself.

"Doctor Moffatt has ordered Phil and me away, for three months," he
said, after Mrs. Jerviss had inquired particularly concerning his
health and Phil's.

"Three months!" she exclaimed with an accent of dismay. "But you'll be
back," she added, recovering herself quickly, "before the vacation
season opens?"

"Oh, certainly; we shall not leave the country."

"Where are you going?"

"The doctor has prescribed the pine woods. I shall visit my old home,
where I was born. We shall leave in a day or two."

"You must dine with me to-morrow," she said warmly, "and tell me about
your old home. I haven't had an opportunity to thank you for making me
rich, and I want your advice about what to do with the money; and I'm
tiring you now when you ought to be resting."

"Do not hurry," he said. "It is almost a pleasure to be weak and
helpless, since it gives me the privilege of a visit from you."

She lingered a few moments and then went. She was the embodiment of
good taste and knew when to come and when to go.

Mr. French was conscious that her visit, instead of tiring him, had
had an opposite effect; she had come and gone like a pleasant breeze,
bearing sweet odours and the echo of distant music. Her shapely hand,
when it had touched his own, had been soft but firm; and he had almost
wished, as he held it for a moment, that he might feel it resting on
his still somewhat fevered brow. When he came back from the South, he
would see a good deal of her, eit