"Yes, I am sure I could. Their poor home is less than half a mile distant from our boarding-house." "Then, doctor, be kind enough to hand them this." She drew out her purse and handed me a five dollar bill. I suppose I showed the joy I felt. "Miss Blagden," I said, "you could not give me a more agreeable commission." "I believe it, doctor." There was an unwonted softness in her tone, and her smile was positively attractive. How could we call her the "Disagreeable Woman?" CHAPTER XIII. MRS. WYMAN'S CURIOSITY. I was passing our boarding-house on my return from the walk with Miss Blagden when Mrs. Wyman tapped on the window, and opened it. "I saw you!" she said, in a bantering tone. "At supper?" "No, I saw you walking away with Miss Blagden. So you are smitten at last!" I smiled. "I assure you," I said, "there is nothing between us." "You seem uncommonly attentive," and I thought there was something of pique in her tone. "What can I do?" I answered. "You have forsaken me, and devote yourself to the Count." "As if I could forget you!" she said, in a sentimental tone. If she had known how utterly indifferent I was to her favor or disfavor she would hardly have been complimented. She had transferred her attentions to Count Penelli, but she still wished to retain her hold upon me. "By the way," she said, suddenly, "are you going to hear Patti during her present engagement?" "Do you take me for a millionaire?" "Her prices are frightful!" she said, thoughtfully. "Of course I cannot go without an escort." "If you will secure two tickets, I will accompany you." "Thank you, but I am so poor. Still I dote on music, and I would buy my own ticket." I shrugged my shoulders, and declined to take the hint. "Very probably the Count will wish to go. He is an Italian, you know, and would have the advantage of understanding the language." "True." "As a nobleman he is doubtless above money considerations." "You are mistaken. He is the heir to great estates, but he is out of favor with his father, and has to live on a very small allowance. It is a pity, isn't it?" "He might work at some business, and replenish his purse." "But you must remember he is a nobleman. His rank debars him from many positions that would be open to a common man." "I am glad that I am not a nobleman, then." "Ah, he might not object to being a doctor if he were trained to that profession. I wish there were any way of getting a ticket to Patti, without such a monstrous outlay. Can't you think of any way?" "Mr. Blake is connected with a morning paper. Perhaps he may be entitled to a Press ticket." "Thank you, Dr. Fenwick. That is an excellent suggestion. I will speak to him to-morrow morning. Where are you walking, if I may ask?" "To see a poor patient. Will you accompany me?" "No, no, I should be afraid of catching some horrid fever or something." "The family is poor, and stands very much in need of assistance." "How will they pay you, then?"