Suddenly her chair was tilted back and a hand laid over her eyes--a soft, cool hand. She pushed at it, roughly, and it was lifted, and she saw bending over her the bland, smiling face of the doctor. He was in flannels, well cut, quite correct, but with an air obnoxiously dapper. His white head was bare, and he wore a flower in his coat. "You let me alone!" said Angelica. "I can’t!" "I guess you can!" she observed grimly. "But you’re so pretty! You’ve no business to be so pretty." "I dare say I’ll get over that in the course of time." "Seriously," he said, "I don’t think I’ve ever seen finer eyes. Have you ever thought of going on the stage? And as far as I can judge, you have a beautiful figure. Of course I don’t _know_----” "None of that now!" she cried, flushing angrily. "Get away from the back of my chair. I don’t want you hanging around me, anyway." "You’re very hard," he said. "Very! Don’t you like me, Miss Angelica?" "Not much." "But why?" "Go and look in the glass, grandpa," she answered. He reddened. "I suppose I do seem old--in your eyes," he said; "but after all, it’s only a question of how you _feel_; and I feel as young as you do. It takes a man of experience and maturity to appreciate a woman. Boys can’t understand, but a man of my age has learned how a woman likes to be treated." "Well, he’s learned too late, then," said Angelica. "They’ll never give him a chance to show off what he knows." "Oh, yes, they do," he retorted, preening himself. "I could tell you of more than one little girl who doesn’t think I’m too old. You, too, when you know me better, you’ll find me just as----” "Now, look here, grandpa," said Angelica. "What are you leading up to? Because if you think you can get fresh with me, you’ve made a big mistake. Guess again, grandpa!" "Don’t call me that!" he protested. "It’s vulgar." She looked at him scornfully, then turned her back upon him and once more regarded the tiresome view. The doctor, after a glance at her severe profile, gave up his attempt and changed his attitude. He sat down jauntily astride of a chair and began joking. She never tired of that, and although he did, although he grew painfully weary of this rough and silly jesting, he was compensated by the sight of her brilliant face. But inevitably he began to grow bolder again. "My dear, your shoe’s untied!" he said suddenly. He threw himself on his knees before her and clasped her ankle in his hand. She gave him a vigorous push with her foot that sent him rolling over backward, knocking his white head against a chair. She laughed immoderately, with abandon, all the more because he was so furious, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. And it was just at this minute that Eddie came out, to see his father-in-law struggling to his feet, while Angelica shrieked with laughter. "What’s this?" he demanded severely. No one answered, but Angelica’s mirth was checked. "What has happened?" he asked again, with still greater displeasure.