"It just fits in nicely," she observed; "for, you see, two is company, and three's none, and I should have been dreadfully in the way. But I shall be back in time to make tea for Mr. Ingram, and we will have a cosy little time together. Now I must go, dear, for I promised Miss Althea that I would not be late. So good-bye until the day after to-morrow." "I wish it were to-morrow," whispered Mollie, feverishly. "I do so hate waiting for anything like that. I shall just think about it, and what I am to say, until I get quite nervous. There, don't talk about it any more;" and Mollie, who looked flushed and tired, pushed her gently away. Waveney had promised to have luncheon with her father before she went to the Hospital, and when Wednesday came she went up to the studio to have a peep at the invalid. "Why, Mollie!" she exclaimed, as she entered the room, "it is quite a transformation scene!" And, indeed, the shabby old studio looked wonderfully bright and cosy. The round table had been moved to the other side of the room, and Mollie's pretty couch, and a low table that Ingram had sent for her use, were placed between the fireplace and window, and a bowl of Neapolitan violets was beside her. There were flowers everywhere, and as for Mollie,--"Oh, you dear thing! how sweet you look!" remarked Waveney, with a hug. And, indeed, Mollie had never looked more lovely. Nurse Helena had fastened two little pink rosebuds in the lace at her throat, and their soft, delicate tint just matched Mollie's cheeks; she had a tiny gold _vinaigrette_ in her hand, which she showed Waveney. "It came this morning, with the flowers," she said, rather shyly. Waveney looked at it silently. "M. W." was engraved on it. "Is it not beautiful, Wave? But I wish--I wish he had not sent it." When luncheon was over, Everard walked with Waveney to the door of the Hospital. He had a tiring afternoon's work before him. By tacit consent, neither of them spoke much of Ingram's visit. "I hope it will not tire Mollie too much," was all Waveney said. And once Everard hazarded the observation that Ingram was sure to be punctual. CHAPTER XXXVI. "SEE THE CONQUERING HERO COMES!" "That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If, with his tongue, he cannot win a woman." _Two Gentlemen of Verona._ "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind." _A Midsummer Night's Dream._ As Moritz drove to Cleveland Terrace, he carefully rehearsed his part, as he had already rehearsed it a dozen times before. "I am going to see your sister this afternoon," he had said to Noel at breakfast that morning. "Miss Mollie, I mean; have you any message for her?"