The scientific inquiry had a perfectly proper answer, of course. In the truest sense, Mrs. Flower was the housekeeper in question; that faded belle, with the button off her waist, owed the beauty and charm due in this quarter. Not for nothing did she have that distinctly inefficient voice. And the moment Charles thought of that voice, his mind, with a sort of jump, made a link, and he understood at once why the Doctor's strange speech, eavesdropped by him outside the door, had seemed to have the quality of a parody. Of course! This dry husband, with the sick-man's face, had merely been giving back, in a masculinized version, a reminder not infrequently heard on the lips of womanly women, when married. Before he had invented that ironic retort, how often had Angela's father heard it said: _I'm your wife, and the mother of your children...._ "And what," the civil caller said, "do you think of Mary Johnston's picture of Jackson? I assume, of course, you're familiar with--" "A brilliant achievement, sir. Indeed, astonishing--for a woman," said the conservative Doctor, jerking his neck; and resumed. But the young authority found his reactions oddly and increasingly disturbing, and shortly rose to go. He had become certain, abruptly, that he had party-called long enough. His eccentric host, who had appeared so dryly indifferent to his coming, seemed, on the whole, to regret his departure. And Charles, perceiving this, found himself feeling rather sorry for him. But he showed his sympathies, not by offering to stay longer or to come again, but by inviting Angela's father to lunch with him at Berringer's, one day very soon at his convenience. "I feel that we should further the acquaintance," he said, as they shook hands, "because of--ah--my long friendship for your--that is, for your wife's cousin." And then he had a new surprise; for, though the Doctor's lips twitched a little at his correction, showing that he was not altogether devoid of humor, it was with instant seriousness that he said:-- "I do insist upon the distinction, you allege? Well, I'm free to say to you, sir, that I have but scant sympathy with these fantastic modern notions. If all women did as my wife's young cousin does, what, pray, would become of the Home?" "Ah, what?" said Charles. And as he thought of Mary Wing's charming and beautifully kept sitting-room, he seemed to feel his head going round. Surely, he had never before seen conservatism so magnificent as this. "Meanwhile, come in again, sir, when you find time. I have few callers, and have appreciated your visit--" "Yes!--thank you!" "My daughter will be sorry--" And then, as the Doctor opened the door, and his lusterless eye looked out, he added with an approach to grave pleasure in his voice:-- "Ah, here is Angela now--just in time."