He did not for a moment believe that the doctor or any one else could help him in this blind alley. But discuss the matter with some one he must, or burst, and he did not care to discuss it with Kennet. Kennet knew very much better than to disagree with his master on any subject whatever, and discussion with him never advanced matters one iota. Discussion of the matter with Dr. Yool would probably have the same result, but it could do no harm, and it offered possibilities of a disputation for which he felt a distinct craving. Whether doctors could reasonably be expected to identify infants at whose births they had officiated, after a lapse of two months, he did not know. But he was quite prepared to uphold that view of the case with all the venom that was in him, and he awaited the doctor's arrival with impatience. Dr. Yool drove up at last with Kennet beside him, and presently stood in the room with Sir Denzil. "Hello!" cried the doctor, with disappointment in his face. "Where's that blood-vessel?" "Listen to me, Yool. You were present at the birth of Lady Susan's children----" "Eh? What? Lady Susan's child? Yes!" "Children!" "What the deuce! Children? A boy, sir--one!" "You'd know him again, I suppose?" "Well, in a general kind of way possibly. What's amiss with him?" "According to these women here, there are two of him now." "Good Lord, Sir Denzil! What do you mean? Two? How can there be two?" "Ah, now you have me. I thought that you, as a doctor--as the doctor, in fact--could probably explain the matter." The doctor's red face reddened still more. "Send for the women here--and the children," he said angrily. Sir Denzil rang the bell, gave his instructions to the impassive Kennet, who had not yet fathomed the full intention of the matter, and in a few minutes Mrs. Lee and Nance, each with a child on her arm, stood before them. "Now then, what's the meaning of all this?" asked Dr. Yool. "Which of these babies is Lady Susan's child?" "We don't know, sir," said Mrs. Lee, with a curtsey. "Don't know! Don't know! What the deuce do you mean by that, Mrs. Lee? Whose is the other child?" "My daughter's, sir. It were born a day or two before the other, and we got 'em mixed and don't know which is which." "Nonsense! Bring them both to me." He flung down some cushions in front of the fire, rapidly undressed the children, and laid them wriggling and squirming in the blaze among their wraps. He bent and examined them with minutest care. He turned them over and over, noticed all their points with a keenly critical eye, but could make nothing of it. They were as like as two peas. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, plump, clear-skinned, healthy youngsters both. The seven days between them, which in the very beginning might have been apparent, was now, after the lapse of two months, absolutely undiscoverable.