"Molly? I know Molly!--bless her! I'll come, doctor, even if there were twenty Sir Humphreys coming too. And after dinner I'll sing for you, if you like." Now you understand why this selection was made. For the first time in his life, Sir Robert invited a company which could not possibly harmonize. There would be no talk worth having, his wine would be wasted, his _cuisine_ would meet with no appreciation. But he would have them all before him--mother, son, stepson--if Richard could be called a stepson--half-brothers; and the master of the situation would study on the spot an illustration of heredity, unsuspected by the patients themselves. Mrs. Haveril arrived, clothed chiefly in diamonds. Why not? Her husband liked her to wear those glittering things which help to make wealth attractive, otherwise we might all be contented with poverty. But the pale lady's delicate, nun-like face would have looked better without them. With her came Molly, now her daily companion. The girl was dressed, for the first time in her life, as in a dream--a dream of paradise; she wore such a frock, with such trimmings, as makes a maiden, if by happy chance she sees it in a window, gasp and yearn for the unattainable, yet go home thankful for having seen it; and humbled by the sense of personal unworthiness. Yet, what says the poet? "Ah! but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Else what's a heaven for?" The girl wore the dress with as little self-consciousness as one would expect. It was such a dress as she had seen upon the stage--elaborate, dainty, decorated; perhaps a little too old for her; but, then, an actress must be excused for a little exaggeration. Her _rôle_ this evening was not a speaking part; she was only a lady of the court; meanwhile, she was on the stage, and it pleased her to find that her audience admired, though they could not applaud. "I have invited to meet you," said the doctor, "two distant cousins; they bear the same name, and are of the same descent, but their families have gone off in different channels, I understand, for some hundreds of years. It is not often that people can claim cousinship after so long a separation. One of them is the only son of the late Sir Humphrey Woodroffe, a distinguished Anglo-Indian----" "Woodroffe?" Alice asked. "It was my first husband's name." "Very possibly he, too, was a cousin. The other is a young fellow called Richard Woodroffe." "Again the name," said Alice. "Yes; the distant cousin. He is a musician and a dramatist in a small and clever way." "Dick is my oldest friend," said Molly. "I am very glad, then, that he is coming to-night." Sir Robert considered this young lady more attentively, because a girl who was Dick Woodroffe's oldest friend must be a young lady out of the common. There was, he observed, something certainly uncommon in her appearance, something which might suggest the footlights. Any old friend of Dick Woodroffe must suggest the footlights.