“I think it would be unadvisable, but everyone must judge for himself in such matters. But marriage is not, after all, the ultimatum of earthly bliss, Miss Brandt! Many married couples would tell you it is just the reverse. And with a fortune at your command, you have many pleasures and interests quite apart from that very over-rated institution of matrimony. But don’t think I am presuming to do more than advise you. There is no real reason--medical or legal--why you should not choose for yourself in the matter!” “Only--only--that those I cling to most nearly, will suffer from the contact,” said Harriet in the same strained tones. “Just so!” responded the doctor, gaily, “and an old man’s advice to you is, to keep out of it as he has done! And now--if there is anything more--” he continued, “that I can do for you----” “Nothing more, thank you,” replied the girl rising, “I understand it all now!” “Will you not see your old friend, Mrs. Pullen, before you go?” asked the doctor. “She and her husband are staying with me!” “Oh! no, no,” cried Harriet, shrinking from the idea, “I _could_ not see her, I would rather go back at once!” And she hurried from the consulting-room as she spoke. Doctor Phillips stood for a while musing, after her departure. Had he done right, he thought, in telling her, yet how in the face of persistent questioning, could he have done otherwise? His thoughts were all fixed upon Ralph Pullen and the scenes that had taken place lately with him, respecting this girl. He did not dream she had an interest in Anthony Pennell. He did not know that they had met more than once. He thought she might still be pursuing Ralph; still expecting that he might break his engagement with Miss Leyton in order to marry herself; and he believed he had done the wisest thing in trying to crush any hopes she might have left concerning him. “A most dangerous temperament,” he said to himself as he prepared to receive another patient, “one that is sufficient to mar a man’s life, if not to kill him entirely. I trust that she and Captain Pullen may never meet again. It was evident that my remarks on marriage disappointed the poor child! Ah! well, she will be much better without it!” And here the discreet Charles softly opened the door and ushered in another lady. An hour later, Anthony Pennell, who had projected a visit to the Red House that afternoon, received a note by a commissionaire instead, containing a few, hurried lines. “Come to me as soon as you can,” it said, “I have left Madame Gobelli. I am at the Langham Hotel, and very unhappy!” Needless to say that ten minutes after the reception of this news, her lover was rushing to her presence, as fast as hansom wheels could take him.