vening."

Again that angry look crossed Jay's handsome face.

"In this case the usual customs must be waived," he answered, haughtily.
"I will call for you when I drive. That must suffice."

Jay Gardiner's thoughts were not any too pleasant as he wended his way
to his boarding-house. He had always prided himself on his skill in
evading women, lest a drag-net in the hands of some designing woman
might insnare him. Now he had been cleverly outwitted by an
eighteen-year-old girl.

He suddenly lost all pleasure in driving. He was thankful for the rainy
week that followed, as he was not obliged to take Sally out driving.

One day a telegram came from New York, requesting his immediate presence
in that city to attend a critical case. With no little satisfaction he
bid the Pendletons good-bye.

"We intend to cut short our summer outing. We will return to New York in
a fortnight, and then I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you as often
as possible," Sally remarked.

"I lead a very busy life in the city," he said. "A doctor's time is not
his own."

"I shall not enjoy staying here after you have gone," she said, a trifle
wistfully.

But he paid little heed to the remark.

The happiest moment of his life was when the train steamed out of Lee.

"Why don't you stay over and see the next race?" said one of his
friends, wringing his hand on the platform of the car.

"I shall never go to another race," he remarked, savagely.

"What! were you a plunger at the last race?" asked his friend.

But Jay Gardiner made no answer.

"I am sorry if I have called up bitter recollections," laughed his
friend.

Then the bell sounded, and the train moved on.

Jay Gardiner turned resolutely away from the window, that he might not
catch a look of the hotel.

"I wonder if my patient, Miss Rogers, and the relative this girl speaks
of are one and the same person?" he asked himself.

He had once saved the life of this Miss Rogers, and since that time she
had been a devoted friend of his.

She was a most kind, estimable woman, and he admired her for her noble
character. Surely she could not be the lady of whom Sally Pendleton
spoke so derisively?

He reached the city at last, and, without taking time to refresh
himself, hurried to see who it was that needed his help.

It was eleven o'clock, and the crowds on the streets of the great
metropolis had begun to thin out.

His office clerk, who was expecting him, said, in answer to