At the same time, she heard the hall door opened from without as by one who had a right to enter familiarly, and a man's step in the hall. "Come in," she said, in answer to a firm tap at the door, and smiled, looking over her shoulder as it opened. It was Dr. Galbraith on his way back through Morningquest to his own place, Fountain Towers. "I am so glad to see you," said Mrs. Orton Beg as he took her hand. "I am on my way back from the Castle," he rejoined, sitting down beside her; "and I have just come in for a moment to see how the ankle progresses." "Quicker now, I am thankful to say," she answered. "I can get about the house comfortably if I rest in between times. But is there anything wrong at the Castle?" "The same old thing," said Dr. Galbraith, with a twinkle in his bright gray eyes. "The Duke has been seeing visions--determination of blood to the head; and Lady Fulda has been dreaming dreams--fatigue and fasting. Food and rest for her--she will be undisturbed by dreams to-night; and a severe course of dieting for him." Mrs. Orton Beg smiled. "Really life is becoming too prosaic," she said, "since you dreadfully clever people began to discover a reason for everything. Lady Fulda's beauty and goodness would have been enough to convince any man at one time that she is a saint indeed, and privileged to heal the sick and converse with angels; but you are untouched by either." "On the contrary," he answered, "I never see her or think of her without acknowledging to myself that she is one of the loveliest and most angelic women in the world. And she has the true magnetic touch of a nurse too. There is healing in it. I have seen it again and again. But that is a natural process. Many quite wicked doctors are endowed in the same way, and even more strongly than she is. There can be no doubt about that--" He broke off with a little gesture and smiled genially. "But anything _beyond_!" Mrs. Orton Beg supplemented; "anything supernatural, in fact, you ridicule." "One cannot ridicule _anything_ with which Lady Fulda's name is associated," he answered. "But tell me," he exclaimed, catching sight of Evadne placidly sleeping in the high-backed chair, with her hat in her hand held up so as to conceal the lower part of her face; "Are visions about? _Is_ that one that I see there before me? If I were Faust, I should love such a Marguerite. I wish she would let her hat drop. I want to see the lower part of her face. The upper part satisfies me. It is fine. The balance of brow and frontal development are perfect." Mrs. Orton Beg coloured with a momentary annoyance. She had forgotten that Evadne was there, but Dr. Galbraith had entered so abruptly that there would have been no time to warn her away in any case.