In a few days, thanks to her, Mrs. Mills was installed as housekeeper to a wealthy widower in Fifty-seventh street. Alice was made governess to two young children, and Frank was provided with a home in return for some slight services. CHAPTER XVII. MY RICH PATIENT. When I was admitted to the house of Gregory Vincent, I was surprised by its magnificence. It has been said that there are few palaces in Europe that compare in comfort and luxury with a first class New York mansion. I have never been in a palace, and Mr. Vincent's house was the only aristocratic house which I had had an opportunity to view. But I am prepared to indorse the remark. I handed my card to the liveried servant who opened the door. "Dr. Fenwick," he repeated. "Yes, sir; you are expected." He led me upstairs into an elegant library, or sitting-room and library combined. Here sat my acquaintance of the evening before, with his foot swathed in bandages and resting on a chair, while he was seated in a cosy arm-chair. "Good-morning, doctor," he said. "I am glad to see you. You see that I am in the grasp of my old enemy." "We will try to rout him," I said, cheerfully. "That sounds well, and encourages me. Do you know, Dr. Fenwick, that without any special reason I feel great confidence in you. You are a young man, probably not more than half as old as my regular physician, but he has not been able to do me any good." "And I hope to be able to do so." "I suppose you have had experience in such cases?" "Yes, I have an old aunt who had suffered untold tortures from rheumatism. She put herself under my charge, and for her sake I made an extensive study of rheumatic cases and remedies." "Well?" he asked, eagerly. "I finally cured her. It is now three years since she has had a twinge." "Good! My instinct was correct. That gives me hopes of success under your charge. Don't be afraid to lose your patient by effecting a speedy cure. I will make you a promise. When you have so far cured me that I am free from rheumatic pains for three months, I will hand you a check for a thousand dollars." "A thousand dollars!" I repeated with sparkling eyes. "That will indeed be an inducement." "Of course I shall pay you your regular fees besides." I could hardly credit my good fortune. I was like one who had just received intelligence that I had drawn a large sum in the lottery. I determined to win the promised check if there was any chance. I began to question Mr. Vincent as to his trouble. I found that it was a case of rheumatic gout. A difficult case, but very similar to that of my aunt. I resolved to try the same treatment with him. I wished to ask some questions, but he forestalled them. "I have no wife," he said. "I was left a widower many years ago. My niece and myself constitute our whole family." "Don't you feel lonely at times?" I asked.