"Yes," the doctor repeated, as though unwilling to spare her, "I wrote it--of course at Madam's dictation: but it was my notion that when going through London you should see Goodchild. He's an honest man,--that is, honest as lawyers go! I thought may-be he might explain how matters are here--Well, did you see him?" "Yes, I went there this morning. Mr. Goodchild told me that my godmother was paralysed,--but that, of course, I knew already. Perhaps you have forgotten that you yourself long ago wrote and told me of her illness? Mr. Goodchild also explained to me that Madame Sampiero sees very few people. He seemed to doubt"--Barbara's soft, steady voice suddenly trembled--"whether she would consent to see me; but I do hope"--she fixed her dark eyes on his face with a rather piteous expression--"I do hope, Doctor McKirdy, that she will see me?" "Don't fash yourself! She _is_ going to see you,--that is, if I just wish it!" He looked down at the delicate, sensitive face of the young woman standing before him, with an intent, scrutinising gaze, allowed it to travel slowly downwards till it seemed wholly to envelop her, and yet Barbara felt no offence: she realised that this strange being only so far examined her outward shape, inasmuch as he believed it would help him to probe her character and nature. In very truth the doctor's mind was filled at the present moment with the thought of one in every way differing from Mrs. Rebell. How would this still young creature--Barbara's look of fragility and youth gave him something of a shock--affect Madame Sampiero? That was the question he had set himself to solve in the next few moments. "Are you one of those," he said suddenly, and rather hoarsely, "who shrink from the sight of suffering?--who abhor distortion?--who only sympathise with pain when they themselves are in the way to require sympathy?" Barbara hesitated. His questions, flung at her with quick short words, compelled true answers. "No," she said, looking at him with steady eyes, "I have not--I have never had--the feelings you describe. I believe many people shrink from seeing suffering, and that it is not to their discredit that they do so shrink----" There was a defiant note in her voice, and quickly her companion registered the challenge, but he knew that this was no time to wage battle. Mrs. Rebell continued: "I have never felt any horror of the sick and maimed, and I am not given to notice, with any repugnance, physical deformity." Then she stopped, for the strong lined face of her companion had become, as it were, convulsed with some deep feeling, to which she had no clue.