"I understand," said Anthony. "That sweetly imperious way of hers when she shops--I remember it the first time I ever went shopping with her----" Juliet gave him a laughing glance. "If I remember," she said, "it wasn't I who did all the dictating on that historic expedition when we furnished this house." "We've got to go shopping again," Anthony informed them. "We're planning to put a little wing on the house, opening from under the stairs in the living-room, for a nursery and a den." "Going to put the two together?" asked a new voice from the dimness of the lawn. "Oh--hullo, Roger Barnes, M.D., F.R.C.S.--come up. No, I think we'll have a partition between. But I want a room below stairs for Tony, Junior, so his mother won't wear herself out carrying him up and down. That youngster weighs seventeen pounds and a fraction already." "I was confident I'd get some statistics if I came out," said the doctor, settling himself near Juliet--with a purpose, as she instantly recognised. "It seemed to me I couldn't wait longer to learn how much he had gained since I met Tony day before yesterday. It was seventeen without the fraction then." "That's right--guy me," returned Anthony comfortably. "I don't mind--I've the boy." * * * * * "I want a talk with you," said the doctor softly to Juliet, as the others fell to discussing the project of the enlarged house. "I've got to have it, too--or go off my head." Juliet nodded, understanding him. Presently she rose. "I have an errand to do," she said. "Will you walk over to the Evanstons' with me, Roger?" "Now, tell me," began the doctor the instant they were off, "is she going to persist in this awful sacrifice?" "Poor Rachel," breathed Juliet. "So many lovers--and so unhappy." "Is she unhappy?" begged the doctor. "Is she? If I only were sure of it----" "What girl wouldn't be unhappy--to be making even one man out of two as miserable as you?" "But you know what I mean. Is she going to marry Huntington out of love as well as pity--or only pity?" "Roger"--Juliet stood still in the road, regarding him in the dim light with kind eyes--"if I knew I wouldn't tell you. That's Rachel's secret. But I don't know. She's as loyal as a magnet, and as reserved as--you would want her to be if you were Mr. Huntington." "She's everything she ought to be. I'm a dastard for saying it, but I could forgive her for being disloyal enough to him to show me just a corner of her heart. Even if she loves him it's what I called it--an awful sacrifice--a man dying with consumption. If she doesn't--except as the friend of her early girlhood, when she didn't know men or her own heart--Juliet, it's impious." "Roger, dear, keep hold of yourself," Juliet replied. "You're too strong and fine to want to come between her and her own decision--if she has made it." "If you were a man," said he hotly, "would you let a woman marry you--dying?"