of
deterioration in its quality he preferred to let things remain as they
were, and that he might enjoy it the more thoroughly without the
restraint placed upon other men, was the sole reason that he had not
altogether abandoned his profession. He never took any fee, nor did he
ever accept any casual patient. But on certain days of the week, at
certain hours, he was at home as a physician to certain of his lady
acquaintances to whom he had already offered his services. The number
was always few, for the invitations were rarely given, and the patients
generally remained upon the sick list for an indefinite period. But
there were few invitations more sought after. Something--perhaps the
very slight spice of impropriety which certain prudes, who had not been
asked, affected to see in such an arrangement--had made them the
fashion; and, then, Sir Allan was undeniably clever. Altogether, the
idea was a great success for him.

It had been one of Sir Allan's afternoon receptions, and, as usual,
every patient on his list had paid him a visit. Having seen the last and
most favored to her carriage, Sir Allan returned to his study with a
slight smile on his handsome face, and the recollection of some
delightfully confidential little speeches still tingling in his ears.
For a moment he stood on the hearth rug recalling them, then he looked
round the room and rang the bell. A servant appeared almost
immediately.

"Clear these things away, Morton," Sir Allan said, pointing to some
dainty marvels of china and a Japanese teapot, which stood on a little
round table between two chairs, "and bring me a loose jacket from my
room. I am dining in Downing Street to-night, and shall not want to
dress before eight."

The man obeyed, and Sir Allan, lighting a thick Egyptian cigarette, took
up a French novel, and stretched himself out in his easy chair.

"You are not at home to anyone else this afternoon, sir?" the servant
inquired before quitting the room.

"Certainly not," Sir Allan answered, yawning. "Has anyone been inquiring
for me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Lady or gentleman?"

"Gentleman, sir--at least, I think so. He looks like one."

"Any name?"

"I didn't inquire, sir. I said that you were not at home; but, as he
seemed very pressing, I promised to try and ascertain when you would be
at liberty."

"Ask him his name," Sir Allan directed.

The man withdrew, and returned in a moment or two looking a little
puzzled.

"His name is